Warriors Darkstripe Novels & Stories

I replied and when he asked, I explained to him all that had happened. "Well that's a lie, if you wanted power you would have killed me, you "Poor Roman, he made a mistake by letting you go, so why do you come here, what do you desperately want?" He questions. "I need your permission, I want revenge on the things that have happened to me," I replied. "And what would I be gaining?" He questioned. "Power, I will go to war and I will conquer packs, one by one till it's all yours, I will make the kingdom yours, I will make the Dark Wand Pack rise to power again," I tell him.

"Splashes of colors reveal different things I can interpret." "And all Moroi can see these, these auras?" "No, not all. But most Spirit users. I like to think of myself as a master interpreter, if you will." An assured grin formed at the corner of his lips. "Yours is full of bright colors, but they are constantly surrounded by a ring of darkness. It's how I can tell that you are shadow kissed and is what made me realize you weren't just any Dhampir warrior, but the Princess." Hearing him call me a Dhampir warrior stirred something inside me. That authority and power I had felt in my memories rushed through me and for a moment I felt like I could take on anything that stood in my way.

Adrian's warriors were better. This was simply true. The Dark Moon fighters were not merely trained, they were forged. Years of discipline and the particular seriousness of a pack that had never had the luxury of resting on reputation. Darius's warriors were skilled, but they were Silvercrest, a pack that had spent decades being respected and had perhaps forgotten what it meant to fight for survival.

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.

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

“Great, now I know I'm crazy.” Walking through the last patch of woods before she could see a small pattern of smoke, she was getting closer. “Little Dove?” Light Stick said coming into the clearing. “Grandpa!” Abey exclaimed, running into his arms. Light Stick was a warrior in his time, he was big and bulky, every woman in the camp wanted his protection. “I've missed this place, so many times!” Abey said. “Are you here on a good visit or a bad one?” he asked curiously, walking with her towards the camp. “You know the Tribe is going to be excited to see you, and how beautiful you are,” he said squeezing her closer to him.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

The battlefield instantly turned from a disciplined duel into an all-out, chaotic war. From the shadows of the northern woods, hundreds of Dark Moon wolves finally emerged. They did not look like honorable warriors. Their fur was matted with black mud, their eyes glowed with a rabid, unstable yellow light, and their mouths dripped with foul, dark saliva. They charged into the clearing like a pack of starving demons, their jaws snapping. But they did not find a divided enemy. The Silver Crescent enforcers—Duncan’s elite royal guards, did not hesitate. They drew their heavy silver broadswords, their movements perfectly synchronized. Beside them, the rugged Wayne mountain warriors bared their f

His charcoal shirt was unbuttoned at the collar and he looked power personified. But there was a wildness in the way he looked at me as if he were seeing right through the silk slip to the predator underneath. “Who are you?” I whispered, my skin prickling. The stress of the night, fear of Jax, and the sudden overwhelming presence of this stranger created a chemical explosion in my brain. I was vibrating with a need I couldn’t control. “Someone who has been waiting a long time to see if the legends of the ‘Stray Princess’ were true,” he said.