Warriors Darkstripe Novels & Stories

- We just took our time because we didn't want to be in the middle of any hardcore scene - one of the newest warriors says, making them all laugh. Kevin is damn proud of his warriors. Many of them were trained by him. Darkmoon was the best pack ever. It wasn't the biggest pack in the country, but it had, without a doubt, the best and strongest warriors. Darkmoon warriors were respected by all packs, and at that moment, they proved to deserve that respect. They look to the forbidden zone, ready to shift and enter the unknown, when they feel a big change in the energy surrounding them. It came from far away, but even so, it made some of the warriors cry out.

The deal was the winner takes the sceptre. Aldophus was the winner but the Lord's son, Davian was a pain in the neck so Aldophus returned and reported to the alpha, omitting the part where he killed the Lord. Alpha Calhoun heard about the missing sceptre was in Darkvalley, the boundary between his kingdom and the Werecats'. "Now, I lost Cassandra. My beloved grandmother to the hands of your filthy wolves, I'm not giving you back the sceptre." Davian said in finality.

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

My gaze traveled past the carriage and landed on the white horse standing in the distance. There was a man sitting on its back now. He was dressed in a long fur cape with a hood that cast a shadow over his face. He hadn't been there a second ago. It was as if he had appeared out of the falling snow itself. The warriors immediately struck their fists against their chests and bowed their heads. "Commander," they echoed. My heart dropped. It was Draven.

someone yells. Horns blast through the night. Warriors spill out of their tents, grabbing weapons, shifting into action, running. At the forefront, Damian's already transformed into his wolf form, his dark fur blending into the shadows. The rogues crash into our line like a relentless wave. Suddenly, the first injured start arriving before I’m even prepared. A warrior stumbles into the tent, his arm missing below the elbow, blood streaming down his side, soaking the ground. I grab him, pressing my hands to the stump.

As the carriage vanished into the trees, Dark Moon's warriors fought and bled at the gates, utterly unaware that their Luna's greatest enemy had already slipped away. ----------- On the open field, chaos reigned in its full glory. Wolves tore through ranks, steel clashed, blood drenched the earth. Edwin fought like a storm, his blade a blur, his roar driving his warriors forward. Then the battlefield shifted. From the enemy's side, a path opened through the rogues, their snarls fading into silence. A towering figure stepped forward. It was Garrett. He was cloaked in a dark armor streaked with crimson, his massive wolf crest glinting in the morning sun.

Strider, clad in Wyvern Peak’s battle suit, stood proudly before Jerome and shielded him. He emanated an aura that could shift the winds and shape eternity. His presence ignited an unprecedented surge of passion. Strider's appearance ignited a fervent wave of enthusiasm. Countless people cheered as excitement coursed through them. They thought it was the end for Jerome when he fell. Nobody had expected Strider, the newly appointed tenth battle warrior of Wyvern Peak, to arrive with an invincible demeanor.

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”