Warriors Cloudtail Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the situation. The warriors looked at each other without knowing what to do. One of them mustered the courage to step forward and asked timidly, "May I know who you are, Alpha?" Uncle Daryl pinched the bridge between his nose and let out a deep sigh. "You don't recognize your Alpha?" he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the drama unfolding before me. Uncle Daryl was always a stickler for tradition, and he took his role as the Alpha of the pack very seriously. The young warriors, on the other hand, were a bit inexperienced and naive.

I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, to sink in the sensation. That’s when I saw it. As his head moved, the low light of the bedside lamp caught the skin just below his ear. My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stopped. Tattooed in deep obsidian ink was the mark of the Triple moon; the sigil of the High Alpha. It wasn’t just the pack mark. It was the crown. The lines were intricate and glowing with a faint violet light that only pulsed in the blood of the true lineage.

Because of this artifact, the feeding of the barrier and other activities around and inside the lava tube made it possible and easier. “Alpha Kaylon!” The two warriors greeted in unison upon seeing their Alpha, for they haven't seen him for a very long time. “Owero, Troya, and Taydel,” said Kaylon while tapping the shoulder of his men. Kaylon could see that his men were elated based on their faces. It has been years, yet the faces of his loyal warriors never left his mind—Tydel, who has a huge scar on his face, even played a deeper part in Kaylon's heart. The warrior who shielded him during their deadly war.

I feel like a dark cloud is hanging over my mood, so Iris tries extra hard to cheer up my inner wolf as the trees flash past the glass. "Master klinton, the Great Warlord clearly holds massive adoration for your line!" Iris whispers excitedly, leaning close. "He ordered the hot bone tea to protect your health, and he even threw his own high-council blazer over your shoulders! Do you think his beast wants to mark your—"

Cirold forced himself to endure the excruciating pain in his arm as he lay on the ground and quickly cut Nash off and said anxiously, "Enough, Dad! He re-really is the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors." Nash was not afraid, but Cirold met the Stormwing Riders. He was truly frightened, so his voice was shaking as he spoke.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

he said as he patted him on the shoulder. Clyde grinned and gasped, shaking his head. "I'm still having trouble reading you, Uncle Lando..." He turned to Callie and smiled at her when he realized she was looking at him. "Also, if werewolves really exist, Callie cannot be one of them." Lando raised an eyebrow, not convinced by Clyde's words. Clyde followed him as he walked toward Callie. "Well, we never know," he said as he sat down on the bench in front of Callie. "What is your name, Miss?" he asked, smiling.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

It is as if he is considering them. “We want to go to Jatora… our final destination is to the Northern mountains, snow, I want to find Kalas.” Rhodia said again, this time the other tigers took a few steps back… while the golden tiger snorted loudly. Then the golden and big tiger figure turned into a human, and of course without clothes. Both Reggy and Rhodia lowered their gazes in respect, as did the other tigers. Rhodia heard a soft rustle, and a loud snort. In front of him stood a tall and burly man with golden hair. Is this the weretiger alpha? because there can't be someone with golden hair.. right?

Kaelen was standing in the corridor. My breath caught in my throat. He was wearing his full Alpha-successor formal uniform a dark charcoal tactical jacket embroidered with the silver crest of the Crescent Warriors across the shoulders. The tailored fabric emphasized the massive breadth of his shoulders and the hard lines of his chest. His hair was pushed back, and his jaw was shaved smooth, emphasizing the dangerous, predatory sharp contours of his face. The rich, heavy scent of pine and winter rain immediately flooded my room, suffocating my senses and making my pulse race in a frantic rhythm.