Warriors Feathertail Novels & Stories

As they approached the entrance, there was suddenly a sounding of trumpets, followed by the rumble of horses’ hooves. Caitlin turned. Galloping over the horizon, rushing right towards them, were dozens of human warriors, dressed in armor. Leading them was an imposing man dressed in furs, with a large orange beard, flanked by attendants, and bearing the demeanor of a king. He had soft facial features, and seemed to be the type who smiled easily. He had a large entourage of warriors, and Caitlin would have tensed up, if it weren’t for Taylor and Tyler being so relaxed. Clearly, these were friends.

The Spirit Master surnamed Tai erupted with violent might as his already muscular body stretched. Grey fur covered his back and his palms turned coarse and wide. His short hair seemed to grow from the sides of his cheeks as he started beating his chest. The Spirit Master surnamed Bai gave a surprising chirp. His physique didn't change much aside from the light blue feathers growing out of his arms sneaking out through his sleeves. He even held a pair of sharp daggers in his hand.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" Minahil backed away laughing at her. Arya's harsh breaths calmed down after a while. "I so much despise this Bentley!" She commented for the umpteenth time, it seemed. "I want to have a tiger as a puppy!" Minahil said as an answer. "A tiger?" "Yes, a tiger." Minahil nodded. "A freaking tiger?" Arya widened her eyes. Minahil rolled her eyes but did not reply. She kept on watching Bentley.

Her eyes glistened like ambers complementing the surprising gold of her mane, making her look beyond incredible. "I bet she's fast!" I grinned, opening up the link between Kayla and me, knowing the need to dominate and be in control would provoke Archer. "Maybe even faster than you, bud! You'll struggle to catch her now!" I laughed, winking at Rose, who was swishing her tail playfully, its long fox-like feathers of white and gold glimmering spectacularly.

“Gross… but worth it.” The taste clung stubbornly to my tongue. I paced around my room to shake it off. Later, I got ready and walked over to the gym. Warriors trained outside in their wolf forms, their dominance thick in the air as they snarled at each other and pushed each other. I rolled my eyes walking past them. None of them caught my attention the way they did. Kael and Talon.

to train with the best and those who pass all of the tests in six months will become an official warrior that patrols and guards our pack village and city which is surrounded by the forest boarders, the deep forest is widely known for its unmerciful rogues that like to attempt to capture and kill pack wolves. If we pass, we also have the chance to take on extensive training and move up to be Palace guards, which is an honorable and very respected position, they guard the Alpha and Luna, their daughter Florence and future Alpha Layton which was my best friend Dakota’s dream, mine was just to be a skilled warrior like my dad. I've been waiting for this moment ever since I was little when I fir

We were first exposed by the massive wings that blocked the sun's rays until we caught the entire flying thing that appeared to be carrying Sir Ferns. "A massive brown caracal cat with pointed ears and golden wings! Wow!" Myra is described beautifully. "That's the fealin of a warrior. It's a fealin. Awesome!" In the background, Faey murmured. I was speechless with awe. During his bedtime stories, my dad once told me about a giant winged cat that was a fierce warrior. I just couldn't believe it at the time. Now I knew for sure that fealins were not a hoax.

Even though it had feathers all over and two wings, it was not like any other avian beast that could fly. The purple-feathered beast was a land beast, it just had a slightly lighter body than an average one. The warriors from first-grade worlds had given its feathers a special name, which was the purple flame feathers. That was also the name of its technique. That was because its attacks were fully from the flaming feathers around it as well. Not only were the feathers able to attack, but they also protected its body as well. The feathers appear soft, but each feather was harder than steel.

Uniting the same power and abilities of an element can make a more firmer and deadlier power. A ferocious growl shook the ground. Carfeil shift to his beast. Now stood ten meters away from them is a black humungous wolf with a height of twenty feet. He's wider than a normal house than can accomodate a big family. No wonder, he's been titled as the most feared king of wolves. Even Xarthel and Reifus are warry of their companion.

And would take this just as seriously. Within 30 minutes after leaving the conference room, I was down on the field where all the warriors from each of the factions were. I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of Fae that had arrived in full warrior gear. From the looks of their gear, they always went out in full garb. From head to toe, they were dressed in some sort of deep brown leather. Their head gear was some sort of brown cap like for baseball, or maybe trucker. They had dark green long-sleeved shirts covered with a deep brown leather vest that was laced with string of leather. The only thing that did not look odd to warriors was all black cargo pants paired with black combat b