Warriors Feathertail Novels & Stories

The sky was suddenly obscured by dark clouds and howling with strong winds as if the end of the world had arrived. Roar, roar, roar! Buzz! The earth started to tremble, and the sky started to hum. Two massive groans traveled through the clouds and arrived at the scene. At the same time, something terrifying was crawling out of the ground. When he looked up, Tyr saw an enormous dog and a massive nine-tailed fox appear in the sky. They seemed like legendary monsters. Two enormous figures crawled out of the ground on the opposite hilltop and stood several stories tall. They were clad in armor, just like those ancient and mysterious warriors.

Occasionally, they would come across travelers on their route who were making their way towards the kingdom entrance. The kingdom of Volar had two entrance gates. The outermost wall had the first entrance gate and was the one that surrounded the entire kingdom, along with the jungle, the four battalion arenas, the two lakes, and the only waterfall in the kingdom. The second gate was the entry point to the actual kingdom where the Royal family and the people resided. If any person who did not belong to the kingdom had to enter, they had to go through both the gates and undergo a thorough checking before they could enter inside. This was done as a precaution in case any of the travelers were s

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

I wonder at that for a while and conclude it must be because of their beta, who is also sitting at this table for some reason. I take one look at Beta Fen of the Ironclaw pack and try to analyze him. His scars speak of battles fought and won. He's wearing a leather jacket and there are no sleeves, his arms are on full display and they are riddled with scars. He's a fighter for sure, but he's also something else. I take a closer look and beg my mind to notice that thing that feels just out of reach. His hair catches my eye first. It's tucked behind one ear, and made to fall over the other and down the shoulder of that ear. Warriors wear their hair cut close, or at least in various short style

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

My warrior's loyalty knows no bounds. I stripped the heavy cloak from my shoulders, dropped it into Beta Kael's waiting hands, and let the shift take me. Silver fur rippled over my skin, my bones crackled and reshaped, until my four paws struck the earth with the surety of command. The courtyard thundered with answering growls and yips as one by one, the warriors shed their skins to follow me. Then we ran. I stopped to looked back for a second to see my parents watching, proud and smiling.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

She loves coating her skin in wild, dark ceremonial ash and heavy smokey warrior paints, but right now, her sweat and tears have smeared the black grease all over her muzzle. And Dilios looks like a complete rogue delinquent. He has dyed his thick fur a bright, unnatural violet tone, wears a single heavy silver ring through one ear, and darkens his eyelids with charred wood. One look at him and any High Alpha Lord would mistake him for a lawless omega. Terry is the only normal-looking warrior among our little pack circle. He refuses to paint his skin, wears no silver trinkets, and leaves his dark fur completely natural.

Fergal let out a loud screech before swooping down to land on Niamh's arm. Breathnach looked at her in surprise. "You have an Ohta Fion," he observed. Niamh reached back in her mind to her training in the ancient tongue of the Elves. He called Fergal a "War Hawk." She turned to General Aengus. "I was told he was a falcon," she said quietly. Lord Breathnach raised an eyebrow, "It is a name we give to the most honored of Birds of War. Having such a bird is only suitable for such a Queen."

Blizzard's old plumage is restored by the tear's healing properties, allowing me to take in his magnificent exotic new look. The icicle crown on his head blends into the soft blue feathers that coat his neck and back. His once scarred beak is now mighty and robust, giving the impression he could pluck my head off my shoulders with ease, yet still gentle enough to preen the underlying white plumage of his wings. The dazzling beauty of his tail knocked the air out of my lungs. Its gorgeous snowflake-shaped ends twinkle like crystals under the light of the dancing flames—what a stunning mythical creature. Little Naomi's voice breaks my astonishment.