Warriors Cloudtail Novels & Stories

His voice was smooth, but too polished. “Good,” I said, circling the cedar pillar so we enclosed him in a parabola. “Trean, then answer—who is the duty commander replacing post two at dawn?” He blinked. Wrong. Every warrior knew that name like they knew their mother’s. “U-uhm—” Exposed. Alpha King moved first, like lightning that had memorized the way back to earth. His hand grabbed the warrior’s collar, twisting his body to the ground. His helmet flew off, revealing the thin hood hidden beneath it, and beneath the hairline—a black tattoo crawling like ice cracks.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

“Gross… but worth it.” The taste clung stubbornly to my tongue. I paced around my room to shake it off. Later, I got ready and walked over to the gym. Warriors trained outside in their wolf forms, their dominance thick in the air as they snarled at each other and pushed each other. I rolled my eyes walking past them. None of them caught my attention the way they did. Kael and Talon.

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

Warrior, Green_Autumn, and Fairytale_Dream. I sit in my room for two hours talking to a couple of people. I discover Moonlit.Warrior is from Red Lodge, Montana, and is in line for a baseball scholarship. So that’s something we have in common. We both love sports and are both in line for a scholarship. This guy is someone I could really get on with I believe.

Jake shook himself and turned back to face their challengers. It appeared he was right. More than half of the warriors who had been in wolf form were slipping quietly into the bushes. His lookouts were sending images back to him of their retreat. They were definitely heading back the way they had come, not fanning out to attack. Suddenly there was a shifting in the ranks alongside the house and Jake turned his head to see ten of the visiting Highland warriors stepping out of the group to make their presence known. The red-haired one stood in front of them and proclaimed loudly, “I am Beta Patrick of the Highland Pack. On the authority of our Alpha we support Cloud Lack Pack’s claim that, in

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

No matter what Orion projected or tried to get me to feel, it wouldn’t have any effect. I watch as Orion stands next to Jasper, dressed only in shorts as well. His eyes scan the crowd for me and he winks. I give him my best smile. Yes, people are watching and we must give them what they want. “Lastly, and a late addition to the tournament was this wild card, our own Shadow Warrior, Tyson Collins formerly of the Blood Claw pack,” my father says, waving toward Tyson. Immediately the entire left side of onlookers jump to their feet and cheer loudly. It literally makes the air thicker somehow and more electric. Tyson gives them a small beauty pageant wave and I nearly snicker.

Taylor starts crying and Tasha glares at her again her lips almost disappearing as she presses them tightly together “I am mated to one of them”

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi