Warriors Feathertail Novels & Stories

Angel mind links me. We arrive at the same time that Rik arrives, and I see them. There must be 500 fae warriors standing in formation. They have spears, taller than they are, the color of silvery white. I guess height is something all fae have. I thought it was just Ailduin, but every one of these warriors, and I honestly can’t tell if they are all men or if some are women, are seven feet tall or taller. They look like something out of Lord of the Rings.

They formed a protective circle around me as we descended toward the western edge of the camp. By the time we reached the perimeter, the whole place was filled with chaos. Warriors fought warriors, many wearing the same colors, making it impossible to tell friend from foe at a glance. The fox illusions were masterful; each fake fighter moved and fought just like the real ones would. I focused on my connection to the Ferals, using a low hum to direct them forward. They moved as one unit, clearing a path through the confusion. Unlike the regular warriors, visual illusions didn't fool the Ferals; they relied on scent and sound, following my commands perfectly.

At first, with the sun slanting down, no one could make out who the rider was. The shape of the silhouette looked odd though. “Dammit who would be disrupting this damn near wedding now?” Mable again swore under her breath. The horse and rider came into view. It was Wade and he held Kanda on his lap. “Wait! I have the ring!” he shouted as he came up the rose petal covered red carpet aisle…horse and all. “I will be god dammed!” Jared Noble laughed from next to Mable.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

And as they passed me, I saw ropes tied to each of the spear's tails. I took a deep breath and finally expressed my surprise when I saw the majestic beast a few distance away from me. It was massive and terrifying, although it wasn't the beast as shown to me in the painting by Eric, it still possessed considerable strength which made it hard to tame even with twenty-five warriors to contend with. Tanto, if I wasn't mistaken, had a white fur coat, paws that resembled those of werewolves, and a snout like that of a fox.

Jared said. "A while," Kai repeated. "Well, I have a mate, so I wasn't alone for a while and I have a family," Jared said. "Really, that's interesting, no wonder there was a female scent in this room," Kai muttered. "Your mate, is she also a fighter?" Kai asked. "No, she handles decorations," Jared replied. "I would love to see her skill, maybe I could partner her up with Xylah," he commented. "Oh that would be too much of a favor and I don't think I will be able to pay such a favor," Jared says.

As I approach, he walks backwards inadvertently, clearly seething. “You bitch!” Warrior Garett roars suddenly, with a burst of sheer fury that sends a ripple of fear down my spine. Suddenly, Warrior Garett’s body begins to shift and contort, turning into a large, lean figure of muscle and fur. My stomach plummets as I stare up at the menacing figure before me, all slavering jaws and ashy gray fur. The rules were supposed to be no wolves allowed, but as I look at Warrior Garett’s shifted form, no one seems to be doing anything to stop him.

Also by the way, 'Feirns' are large four-legged animal with a mane and tail of feathers, it's body and legs are covered with shiny soft hair, it has hooves, and a long head with a beak of a mighty eagle. Even thought it's strange and an alien to us but this creature looked majestic, like a new discovered raise of chimeras. It's main function is the same as horses, but it is more used by warriors or a single person-ride, unlike the certain species of dragons that draw a carriage.

MERCY stepped in front of Callie to cover up her appearance from Clyde. She turned to see Clyde and his companion pursuing the man who had attempted to harm her and Callie. Clyde didn't seem to notice the change in Callie's appearance, which made Mercy feel relieved. She cupped her hands around Callie's face. Her golden eyes were sharply focused on nothingness, and her body trembled in rage. She also started to develop white fur on her cheeks and arms.

I hear some surprised whimpers and pain gurgles from the bird’s attack. I open the link to all Blue Meadow and Black Lake warriors now. *Warriors, be aware, Alpha Emerson is aiding our fight with her bird ability. Do not attack the birds, let them help you.* I say just as I slice into a jugular of a rogue who had a warrior pinned down.