Warriors Crookedstar Novels & Stories

I told him, and he bowed, fleeing from my presence. I hissed in displeasure and walked down farther toward the woods, leaving the territory of my pack. I was lost in thought wondering when I would get someone that fits my description. I wasn't ready to be a Luna of a dove, bowing down and smiling gibberish to the people and my so-called Alpha or speaking unnecessary items with the women, I wanted to be a Luna of steel, a warrior Luna as I fight and take off every infiltrating rogue and supernatural dangerous enemies that seem to be poking around to cause a stir.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

He said, his eyes locked on the rogue, “But a good warrior doesn’t abandon his team. A real warrior dies with honor, not in cowardice.” The rogue’s eyes widened in terror as Alpha Czar lifted his hand, his claws slowly elongating, turning into deadly weapons. The rogue barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he struck. With lightning speed, Alpha Czar’s claws slashed through the rogue’s neck, severing veins and spilling blood onto the floor. The rogue gasped for breath, his hands flying to his throat, but it was too late. He collapsed in a lifeless heap at his Alpha's feet.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

The warriors followed suit, their teeth bared and their claws unsheathed as they charged towards moonshine pack. The pack was caught off guard, their guards and warriors unprepared for the sudden night attack. They snarled and snapped as they fought against my warriors who I had instructed not to kill unless it was unavoidable. The two sides clashed in a frenzy of fur and teeth, battle cries piercing through the night. The fight become more serious when more moonshine pack’s warriors joined in led by alpha Aragon. He was a massive wolf with pitch black fur. He growled and snarled when he faced me, his teeth bared. I growled as well, and my claws dug into the ground as I prepared for the atta

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.