Warriors Frostfur Novels & Stories

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

I was not far, and if I ran fast enough it would only a 10-minute sprint. "I don't want to alarm you, but if you must know, one of our warriors has betrayed us and no one knows where he is." "Well good thing I have the warriors that Damian sent to protect me." "That's the thing Diana, those warriors have gone silent. No one can reach out to them." I looked behind me as I continued my pace back to the house. The grey wolf was trailing closer behind me. "Um, Eric, what does this warrior look like?" "Well, slightly smaller Fenrir warrior, dark grey, brown eyes, also has white fur on his right paw, you can't miss it."

December 25th, 2012 Evening Damon “Would you like my coat?” I can see my breath as I talk, swirling towards her face, copper escaping from beneath a hirsute wool fiddler cap. She’s already got on one of my coats, my favourite one at that. A tartan emerald trench, faded brass buttons and structured shoulders far too broad for her.

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority. His majestic silver fur, shimmering under the moonlight, spoke of a lineage steeped in ancient legends. The wolves, fierce and loyal, followed their leader without question, their hearts beating in Arvandus, a man of great wisdom and vast experience, possessed an unparalleled comprehension of the enigmatic forest and its intricate tapestry of life.

"Storm and Alvin seem to be among them. They are leading their warriors with full force." Torin grinned. Of course, he recognized the names Storm and Alvin as the leader and deputy leader of the Frostholm warriors. Their presence indicated that the Frostholm Pack was indeed planning a counterattack in the southwest. In other words, their decoy attack had successfully fooled the Frostholm Pack, and their trap was working.

Brian's voice was laced with sarcasm. " She's unconscious, there was no reason to hit someone against the ground while training except you don't want her to know what you and your men were up to." Came Cleo's voice. Aldophus remained unfazed at all they were saying. " My uncle will never go against you even if he doesn't come to meet you in person," he added. " Sire, I don't think Aldophus is the culprit, the Silver Crescent Moon Pack members have white, grey and brown furs with only one legendary silver fur member. The wolves that attacked Grooveshire were black as death itself," one of the elders of the court said.

A low growl ripped through the silence. The warriors stiffened, weapons drawn. From the mist between the trees, a wolf lunged, but not like any wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was streaked with ash and shadow, its eyes burning with the same blue light as the runes. Symbols were carved into its skin, glowing as if alive. “Back!” Kael barked, shoving me behind him as he shifted halfway, claws ripping from his hands. The wolf hit hard, slamming into two warriors and sending them sprawling. It fought like a creature possessed, faster and stronger than anything natural.