Warriors Crowfeather Novels & Stories

Warriors moved like ghosts. At the center sat Fenra. Tall. Lithe. Crimson-eyed and moon-marked. Still beautiful. Still terrifying. --- Rowan bowed his head, out of respect. Not submission. “Fenra.” She didn’t rise. Only tilted her head. “You smell like someone else now,” she said. “Like stars and silence.” He said nothing. Kael stood beside him like a wall of heat. Fenra’s gaze slid to him. “And your new Alpha-mate brings his fire to our ice.”

We all understand that Mom and Dad have worked hard to make the name of Highcrown Walkers clean from Alpha Hughes’ wrongdoing. “Now everything is over, the leader of Highcrown Walkers, Beta Hugo Anderson, is the main alliance of Ethereal Hunters!” Alpha Matthew exclaims, followed by shouts of victory from the Warriors. That night, the Grand mansion is truly filled with happiness. Alpha Matthew acknowledged Lauryn’s hard work and dedication, stating, “You have proven yourself to be a strong and capable warrior, and I am proud of you.” I expressed my gratitude, recognizing the support of my pack and family.

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

It was Colori Phoenix. Under the White Tiger King's lead, the Demon Warrior tribe successfully relocated to new territory just half an hour ago. However, when making sure everyone was here, they realized Oliver and a few thousand Black Tortoise warriors were absent. That had made the White Tiger King and the Black Tortoise King rather anxious, and they had sent Colori Phoenix to look for them. Colori Phoenix was a Red Sparrow, and she could fly at an impossible speed. She was fast enough to avoid the fiend folks if she ran into them.

He's looking at an open window. Thunderhoof, Whitman wolf is running in the eastern border. He also has feelings for Sequoia and Wisdom. He and Whitman fell for her before they discovered the gold triquetra she wears. He and Whitman had planned on not pursuing her when he heard she was pregnant but after seeking her mark they decided Wisdom and Sequoia would be theirs at any cost. Thunderhoof shifts after running into neutral territory. Whitman slides on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He’s looking at almost three hundred men waiting for his orders.

My aunt barely fed me enough table scraps to survive. "Look Jane, the warriors are here!" Frey whispered excitedly. She was the only friend I had in this lonely world. Right on cue, the warriors marched into the arena in tight formation, their boots thudding rhythmically on the ground. "It's here!" The crowd erupted in raucous cheers as two warriors dragged a massive rogue onto the field. Chained up with silver cuffs, the brown rogue wolf snapped and snarled, clearly furious at being captured. "Oh my god... It's huge!"

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

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.

They emerged from the trees to my left and right and behind me. Four of them. Silvercrest warriors in patrol gear, weapons drawn. None of them wore the neutral expression of pack guards doing a routine job. Their eyes were fixed and their formation was wrong: too tight, angled inward, the kind of shape you make when you're containing something, not escorting it. The one nearest me was a man named Croft. I recognized him from the training yard. I had brought his unit water during summer drills. He had thanked me once. He didn't thank me now.

“Step back from him.” The enforcer’s voice cracked across the hall like a whip, and six wolves fanned out around Nico and me before either of us could decide whether running was an option. It wasn’t. Crowfall enforcers didn’t chase. They ended things. I knew them by name. Tarrow, missing a finger, loyal to my father to the point of worship. Reyes, who’d trained me to fight before I could properly walk. None of them looked at me like an heir. They looked at me like a problem.