Warriors Frostfur Novels & Stories

All the other packs will join hands and find him. I was ready to give myself fully to my amazing mate and my pack. Embrace my present and future, and let the past be just wonderful memories. Viktor will always be my love, but I was in love with Richard he is my life my mate, my everything I want to carry his pups, and have a beautiful family surrounded by amazing friends. We may not be married as per human customs but in our world, I am Jia Richard Stanford, Luna of the Southern moon pack, and will always be a Warrior's mate.

As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, my eyes immediately fell on white boxes tied with a blue silk ribbon. Pulling them out to the middle of the room, she chose the largest one, pulled the ribbon with trepidation, removed the lid, and there! ... I stood motionless and looked inside, then carefully pulled out and unfolded - a fur coat! Frozen, she held her outstretched arms, examining her from all sides. I recognized the fur right away - a polar fox.

He scooped up Lachie, shifting him carefully onto his back before disappearing into the relative safety of the trees. Now, I was free to unleash the beast within. A primal rage surged through me, and I let it consume me. My white fur bristled, my fangs bared, and a guttural growl rumbled in my chest. I was no longer just Luna; I was the embodiment of the Golden Fraser pack's fury, a force of nature unleashed upon their enemies. I was ready to paint the battlefield red with the blood of the Thane Wrest pack.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

"Regrouping. This isn't over." The Frostmarch wolves retreated to the tree line. The snow between the two armies was stained red. Bodies lay everywhere, pale fur and dark fur tangled together. The air was so cold it hurt to breathe. And then the Frostborn stepped forward. He was massive. His ice-wolf form was wrong in ways my wolf couldn't understand. No fur. No flesh. Just ice and shadow, a creature carved from a glacier, his eyes burning blue-white in a face that wasn't quite a wolf's. The temperature dropped with every step he took, and my claws cracked the frozen ground.

The sanctuary was quiet in the late afternoon, the kind of peaceful stillness that felt almost unnatural after years of constant war. Most of the guards had settled into the outer buildings, keeping watch in shifts but staying out of the main house like Ronan had ordered. One of the younger werewolves, a seventeen-year-old boy named Finn, had taken the first watch near the edge of the woods. He sat on a fallen log at the tree line, back against a thick oak, trying to look more experienced than he felt.

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them

Their fur shimmered with a golden hue, and their eyes blazed with an inner fire, a testament to the power of love and unity that fueled their every action. Cyrus, his confidence shaken, rallied his warriors to confront this newfound threat. The clash of steel against fur and the roar of wolves filled the air as the two forces collided. The warriors with the sun’s aura fought with a ferocity and determination that was unparalleled, their unity evident in their every move.

Dried completely I dressed myself. “I will give you happiness,” Frost asserted, and I smiled at him. “Are there female Frost warriors?” I inquired. Shaking his head slowly he said with a playful smile, “You can be the first but you will have to fight and win Boris.” Cooking my eyebrow I asked curiously who Boris was. Frost climbed out of the river chuckling. After he dressed he leaned his face before mine and I could see the stubble on his chin. “Boris is my pet polar bear,” he said and I snorted while I laughed but then paused.

Don’t get in my way, he rumbles in mind-speak. Don’t get in my way, I retort, flicking my tail irritably. Frost appears on the other side of him, padding up to join us on silent paws. His wolf is pure white from head to tail, and fluffy, like he should be prancing about the snow in the arctic rather than running around the desert. He’s smaller than Kian, closer to my size, and his blue eyes stand out like beacons against his fur. Frost’s voice echoes in my head. Perhaps we could work together?