Warriors Crookedstar Novels & Stories

Elder Harrod’s Reflection The gray-haired wolf stood near the training grounds, leaning heavily on his cane as he whispered to a younger warrior. “It is as it should be,” Harrod murmured, voice cracking with age but sharp with conviction. “For years, I doubted any would rise to reclaim what Bernard had stolen. But Troy has proven himself not only in battle, but in spirit. To bond with the Masked Alpha? Hah. That is fate itself, writing in bold strokes.” The younger wolf bowed his head, the scent of reverence heavy in the air. The Warriors’ Roar A cluster of young warriors celebrated openly, their voices echoing across the field.

He had not been treating them as humans at all. He even mocked them for not being worthy of sitting there. Even though they did not want to offend Star Continent, these warriors still had their pride. They would not be humiliated like that. The black-robed man just happened to be the most resolute out of all of them, and he had voiced what they were all thinking.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

"Wicked? violent? Arrogant?” Dewi Sinag giggled, “I told you not all members of this pack are bad. Ronan for example, is a person who is responsible and true to his promises, he is loyal and kind. When Burdak told him to protect you…he will. It's just…Ronan is a bit, strange for a werewolf! His personality is almost the same as Uarp, a bit like Uwal. He is naughty, intelligent…and sometimes quirky, he is also a master of the sword. So when you suggest the cave…he'll find you funny…you just need to hit his head a little so he doesn't talk too much. That way… you and Ronan will survive this pack attack.” explained Goddess Sinag. So far, Randu understands what she has to do, and what will happe

“Usually only members of the royal family are lions or lionesses. Typically we would think the oldest lioness would be the king's mother, but she is deceased, so the title would fall to his oldest sister, the one he called Minette, but she also died. His younger sisters died even before that, so we are at a loss as to who he is referring to. His wife perhaps, though it seems unlikely Catherine would come to Scotia. The lioness might be a cousin, but that would be a first that he had extended it so far. His daughter is still young. We really don’t know. We will see who it is when she arrives with the murder of crows.” “I’m guessing that is a group of something other than the birds.” “His elit

Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant. "Soon, your internal affairs will be restless, the faithful will be few, but the betrayers will be many." Just a few simple sentences conveyed the intention of the other party. Shortly, he will interfere internally within the wolf clan and bring troops to invade. “Thank you, those who come incompetent will return in vain.” Ezra also spoke confidently to the other party. There were noises from the bushes, they knew their people had arrived, so they were not very alert. Windy and Nolan saw their leader injured and panicked, running while transfor

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

The Rogue crumpled, its form shifting erratically as it breathed its last. Luna Light's eyes darted around, tracking the chaos. She spotted a young pack member, barely out of his teenage years, being overpowered by two Rogues. Without a second thought, she grabbed a crossbow from a fallen warrior and aimed. She fired, the arrow striking one of the Rogues in the side. It let out a guttural scream and turned on her, but she was ready. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the Rogue squarely in the chest. It fell, writhing in pain, and she rushed forward, pulling the young pack member to his feet.