Warriors Crookedstar Novels & Stories

They continued walking towards the center of the village, becoming a spectacle for the villagers, who never seemed to see anyone other than their own kind. The group turned into a large dull white stilt house. Someone was standing in front of the terrace. A man about sixty years old, with an aquiline nose, a body the size of an oak tree, and red-brown skin from frequent exposure to the sun. And even though no one told Ciara, she immediately recognized the man as the Alpha of Moon Warriors. The Moon Warriors all bowed in salute while Ciara and Scott didn’t move where they stood. “Who are they?” asked the Alpha to the well-built man.

The man uttered a high-pitched scream. “That was just a taste.” Kane said, casually as if discussing the weather. He drew back again, watching the man’s face intently. Joffrey sat on a crate, observing the scene, seemingly disinterested. The whip cracked again, this time drawing blood. I noticed one of the men had a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I went closer to inspect it. I recognized it as the mark of the Bloodlust Warriors, a Canadian pack. I grabbed the man by the hair, growling, “You are from the Bloodlust Warriors. Why are you here?”

" *Scream!*… The cheering sounds Ravyn never expected to receive echoed throughout the stadium. Blue lights illuminated a small circular platform floating inside the cuboid arena, and above it stood Ravyn. "On the red side, one of the eight Rising Stars, a guarantee of unparalleled competence. Hailing from his homeland with a determination to conquer and become an esteemed hero, he is the man with the mightiest physical strength in this tournament—Supreme Warrior, Thwar!" *Scream!!* "Whoa!!!" "Yeah!" …

The journey was long and tiring, but they finally arrived at the Claw pack. Upon arrival, the group was greeted by the pack leader, Kaida, who was a tall and imposing werewolf with jet black fur. Kaida welcomed them to the clan and expressed gratitude to Zemo by bowing to him for their assistance. The pack leader, Kaida, greeted the newcomers warmly but was also cautious. She wanted to ensure that the newcomers were indeed skilled warriors and mages before she could fully trust them. To test Silas's skills, she arranged for an ambush in the forest.

"I bet his own beast is the one running crooked trails. The High Alpha carries a shockingly perfect physical hide!" "Haha, even if his wolf isn't crooked, judging by how his paws mount multiple stray she-wolves every sundown, his blood must either be rotten with valley disease or completely drained of life-force!" a rogue laughs. "If not for the ancient backing of the Star King elders, he couldn't even dream of being a high performer on the ridges." "My tongue does not care about the pup's shame," a valley tracker types. "My snout simply wants to offer ultimate submissive respect to the Vale Master!"

Don't forget his trusted knife. He bent down and checked my pulse to see if I was alive. He said in a very calm tone, "I told you we would play a game, princess. Now, I don't get to have any fun here, you do. You run and I count to hundred." He slung the quiver over his shoulder. He strapped the gun to his waist, hauled the other stuff into a bag and held the bow. "Then, I'll seek you. Ready, princess?" There was no use begging him for mercy and I knew(firsthand) that he was dead inside.

I stood in the corner as Alpha Hunter held one of his men against the wall by the throat, his canines inches from the man's neck. “Im... ss... sorry Alpha. She was here but she was feeling unwell and didn't seem to be healing properly from the last time you were with her, so we had a doctor come in to look at her. When we returned they were both gone.” He tried to plead with his Alpha who looked like he was ready to end this man's life. “We have no doctor you fucking idiot. Who was it that claimed to be helping her?” Hunter growled back at him. “The wanderer, Alpha sir. He claimed he knew how to help her heal faster and asked for time alone to tend to her. I was only got for a few minutes, I

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.

He deadpanned, the angry tone of his voice making my breath hitch painfully in my throat as I watched him through the red haze of blood that had coated my eyes, noting the small horns under his nose that seemed to glisten in the brightly lit cave. It was quiet, so bloody quiet. Where the hell was my wolf? “Good night Alpha Tophas, when you wake up, you're going to be the most powerful beast in all of the lowlands, even more powerful than the King, and I will be your master.” Gobar announced with a proud little laugh before the axe he had been swinging carelessly in one hand came barreling toward me, the crack of cartilage as it connected with my neck pushing me into a deep, heavy, blackness.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.