Warriors Cloudtail Novels & Stories

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

The older ones wore traditional jackets and played with iron balls or walnuts, making a rhythmic clicking sound. In the ruthless world of Cloudsea, where the young perpetually challenge the old, the most formidable figure was Tiger from Southshire, also known as the Black-hearted Fat Mantis. Today, he was at the heart of the action. Present were Wystan Roberts from East Star District, with his fearsome face, earning him the nickname Flying Centipede, and Laird Cole from West Grace District, a towering man with a booming voice, dubbed the Thunder God. Then there was Hugh Reardon from North Gate District, known as the Water Monkey, small in stature but with eyes that twinkled with both cunning

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

Hazel inquired, trying to comprehend. "It's like soldiers protecting our country, right? The same way these warriors protect our pack. Alpha Wyatt is our leader," Carol affirmed, seamlessly connecting the concept to Hazel's understanding. "Look," Carol pulled her close to the glass wall. Hazel's eyes were drawn to the intense spectacle outside the glass wall. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at the unknown figure. Carol's face lit up with excitement. "Our Alpha," she replied. Hazel watched in awe as Wyatt effortlessly faced more than six opponents, each move showcasing the sculpted muscles of his body.

It was the same way that Titan an Alpha wolf. She took a step forward, threw her head back, and let a howl that commanded everyone’s attention. The fighting stopped almost immediately. Her head turned and gave me a nod, so I had Dad mindlink our warriors to restrain a few but dispose of the rest. I had one of the warriors bring over a shirt for Violet and shorts for me. There was no way in hell that I’d let anyone look at her body. That was only for us. Titan shifted back, and I threw on the shorts. Then I moved over to Reika, running my fingers through her fur. Goddess, she was just as stunning as her human. Later, I would be finding out how this came about because she was supposed to be in

“Ladies. Today we are going to continue with our training, but there is one extra thing. When one of us comes over to check on you, if you want a chance to join the ranks of warriors in this pack, let us know. I’m going to have a second training session in the morning put together for those interested in getting ready to test to become one of the warriors. Once you make it, if you want to train harder, it will be up to Ronnie and Beck to train you to get into the elites.” “You think we can become elites?” Tara called out. “Why not? One of the best elites employed by the council is a female wolf. Her name is Clair. You can do anything you put your mind to.” I looked over and made eye contact

“For being here. For not running from my mess.” She smiled that small, shy smile that always made my chest feel lighter. Then my head snapped up. A voice suddenly spoke inside my head, sharp and damn urgent. It was Blade through the wolf mind link. “Alpha, bad news. Warriors from Thunder Pack just crossed the border into Cloud Pack land. Right now.” My whole body went stiff. “I’m coming,” I sent back quickly. “Everyone stay calm. Do not fight yet. Wait for me.” I looked at Doris. She must have felt me change because her sweet smile disappeared. Her big eyes filled with worry.

They moved with terrifying, synchronised precision, their weapons raised and ready to fire. But as the dust settled in the shafts of morning light, the tension in the room abruptly shifted. The warriors were not wearing the ragged, filthy pelts of Maddox’s rogues. They were clad in pristine, reinforced black leather, and stitched proudly over their hearts was a shimmering silver crest – a wolf’s claw striking downward. The Onyxclaw royal guard. "Stand down!" Taylon roared, his voice echoing with absolute, unquestionable Alpha dominance. The warriors froze. Recognizing their newly ascended Alpha, they immediately lowered their weapons, dropping to one knee in absolute unison. The leader of th

asked a dark-haired girl beside me with kind brown eyes. James chuckled. “Dear pack members, this is Laila—my most amazing gift from the Moon Goddess.” I raised a brow at him but couldn’t help a small smile. He flashed me his signature smile and winked. “That’s our female gamma, Kate,” he added, pointing to the black haired beside me. “And next to her is her mate and our gamma, Dereck.” Dereck, a broad man with dark hair and brown eyes, held Kate close with one arm. His wide face and beard contrasted her delicate features, but something about them made me think they could be siblings too.