Warriors Darkstripe Novels & Stories

Drew let out a frustrated exhale as he said, “He said the attacker’s aura felt wrong. Like… something darker.” A chill crept up my spine. Dreadlord, no, he is the rouge king... he was just the one who called himself as Dreadlord, he is said to be ancient creatures born from corrupted bloodlines during the first war between packs. He led and adopted all the rouge wolves that were banished from different packs. Wolves that commit grave sins lead to being kicked out of their pack. If he is that cruel… then the border problem was far worse than we thought. The convoy reached the second outpost just before midnight. It was also chaotic. It seems that the Dreadlord didn't just attack the Southern

I studied them closely, and as much as they were holding firmly to their own perspective, even after the immediate attack I had reported through them to the council, I still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Those warriors are in critical condition, and according to Doctor Andrew's report, there could be severe damage and long-term complications from the high dosage administered. Warriors in Darkshades, or even members of Darkshades, don't deal with harmful substances like that because it's highly prohibited, which meant someone, somewhere, was doing all these. “I would say we should take a while to deliberate on this matter while hoping the moon shows mercy o

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

He bellowed and she swallowed thickly. He dragged her into the woods and halted once they reached an old warehouse. Hunter noticed a dead body near the door and his posture shifted to lethal. He was holding her wrist, not letting go. Once he got closer his eyes widened when he realized that the dead body belonged to one of the warriors from his pack and that wasn't it. There was a scent of blood in the air as viciousness gripped his soul. An ominous aura radiated off of him in waves.

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.

After Avani left to go after the hunters, I had an easy time getting everyone out. There was no one here to fight me and I realized he did that on purpose. Always so protective. I want to believe that it’s because I mean something to him, but he’s called the Dark Protector for a reason. And that reason has nothing to do with me. When I hear him roar, I go rushing out of the laboratory. I was healing some of the shifters and was nearly done. I know Avani enough to know that when he roars, he’s pissed.

Silas felt his blood boil with anger at the sight of his old nemesis. Stiles used to be part of the wolves Alex trained when they were growing up. They never liked each other and were competitive. Although, because Alex focused of Silas more than any other wolf, Stiles could not best him in a sparring match. Still Stiles was very good as a warrior wolf. He was also ambitious that he left the clan and went to form a rogue pack of his own. No wonder they fought without honor, Silas thought. They are just like their leader. Well, it’s just going to be like old times then… Silas was wrong.

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

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.