Warriors Comics Novels & Stories

"The Warriors are acting strange. What did I screw up now?" It's not the time for this discussion, but it's not like she won't realize something has happened. Once she has her bearings completely, she'll insist. "Do you remember the one history text we were reading a few months ago about the Warriors who stayed behind on the home planet to save as many as possible and gave their seats up on the ships?" "Weren't they super Warriors or something like that?" she asks cautiously. "Anshi." "An what?" I look into her dark eyes and see her confusion. "Anshi. They're Nova Warriors, and we didn't think any made it off the home planet. Someone's grandmother or great grandmother did."

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.

Their warriors are a joke. I looked at my Delta and head warrior. “Well, things just got more interesting. Increase patrols and put the warriors on alert. This is only just beginning.”

“So, do you have any news for me, any plans my father might be making? I do realise that the warriors seem to be training for battle.” He gives a dry smile. “It took just three days after you returned for the Alpha to instruct a doubling down on the training sessions.” His facial expression changes to one of pure frustration. “And this is barely a year after the brutal war with the Moonhedge pack. The warriors have barely healed, some are still battling severe post traumatic stress from the experience, and now they are worried that they may be thrust back into another brutal, unnecessary war. And the Alpha doesn’t care. He barely cares about the humanity of his warriors. Because he has never

She shakes her head. “The Sun Warriors are an organization of hunters that came about after the werewolf-human war. They used to hunt werewolves and were considered a threat,” I glance at the human in front of me, “to us,” I distinguish, motioning to myself, “until their leader vanished. They have since disappeared for all intents and purposes.” “They fought… for humans?” Amelia asks. I nod, watching as she processes my confirmation, wondering what’s going on inside her calculating mind. It should bother me, as her master, to know she’s always scheming. My brother’s constantly doing the same, and he is the bane of my existence.

he smiles. That’s one thing about these warriors. There’s no challenge between them, her are harmonious. Just like brothers and they are loyal. I like that because it’s a far cry from how Damian’s warriors acted.

It was true, we are all part human. “I am not asking you to be Superman or Batman or Ironman. I am not asking you to be Wonder Woman or Batwoman, or even Gamora. If you are in trouble, please, PLEASE, call for help! With everybody here and all the variety of skillsets, I have faith in us. Now who’s ready to show these fuckers who their fuckin with?!” I was answered by the loud cheers and howls from the warriors and I felt a smile pulling at my lips. “Alpha’s join your warriors.” I turned to them and said and they all shook my hand and headed to the front of each of their packs.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

I suddenly stop Benjamin mid-sentence. "Warriors!?..." I asked what I thought I heard him say when I was lost in my thoughts. He nods "Yes, Alpha. They are building warriors! Thousands and thousands of them! They already know about the prophecy of the chosen ones you see and are now raising werewolf-wereapes hybrids warriors to fight in the war! Can you imagine the power and strength these killing machines will possess!?" He asks, looking agitated. Yes, I can imagine. After all, I was a witness in one of their numerous killing rampages. My mind is currently replaying the scene, making me feel the pain all over again.

No other clubs handled such highly concentrated drugs, and that alone makes me start thinking, how the hell were mere warriors given the privilege to travel several miles away from their duty just to get their hands on them? It doesn’t even make sense the more I think about it. Warriors never leave their assigned posts. That has always been the standard. They barely have time for themselves, so the idea of luxury, or worse, drowning themselves in high dosages of substances their bodies can’t even withstand, is completely absurd. Someone is working in the shadows. Someone already knows far too much about me, about my club, about every deal I’ve ever handled. They want to bring it to my face.