Warriors Gray Wing Novels & Stories

even full-blown wars. As a Goldman, her family had been members of the Moondale Wanderers since the start. Since the day they had decided to disguise their pack identities as football teams to stay under the human's radar. Their closest allies were the Forestside Rangers—a pack living in a village 90 miles away. Around 50 miles in the opposite direction were the Wolfvalley Warriors... their biggest rivals. The Wolfvalley Warriors outnumbered them 3 to one, but despite their superior numbers, had lost badly during their last attack. Theon had destroyed them, tearing their greatest fighters to shreds. He was the only thing keeping them safe, and deep down, they had all known it all along.

Beside me, Luke stiffened with his silver eyes burning with hatred and rage. "The bitch goes down tonight" he growled, his hair turning silver. His wings made appearance and his silver eyes burned as bright as ever. I closed my eyes, feeling the energy in the air. When I opened my eyes, my black hair had turned golden, my eyes glowing so brightly. My gold and black wings, stretching out behind me. I flew upwards, my wings beating the air lightly.The other warriors followed suit. Amyra launched herself into the air with Ric beside her. They both had marching silver hair and crimson eyes. Beside me, Luke growled.

He lied to himself, then dismissed this thought. “Alpha Ryan.” Gray turned to look at me, his eyes pleading. “Please save Red River this time, please.” I put my hand on the chair and said. “I lent you two of my best warriors and an elite army, and you made them like this? They are still in the emergency room, not knowing how to live or die. I haven't punished you yet; how dare you ask for help?" Gray frowned tightly; his hands curled up, knees bent slightly.

The transformation was brutal, but Lori knew when it was complete. When the pain stopped. And at the end of it all... she crawled to the closet mirror with all that was left of her strength to look at her self. Gray. Her wings were the color gray, large spans with mottled feathers tethering at the edge of gray and pure white. They were massive, and they probably weighed twice as much as her with the way they dragged her down. They were a menace too! Large, clumsy and heavy. How was she every expected to move with something like this?!

I wasn’t sure how Oakley sensed my intentions, but it was clear that this werewolf wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “I recommend against it,” Oakley said with a smile. “You won’t win. I know Hawk Wing teaches the best, but still, you won’t win. You’re honest and upright, Sir Moran. Someone like you will never win against someone who knows how to fight dirty.” I remained silent. “You want my sincerity, and I will show it to you,” Oakley said, opening a door for me. “Get changed.” Inside the door was a storage room with guards' uniforms bearing the Fox’s crest. I quickly changed into the uniform.

“We’re not alone.” Then, out of the darkness, they came. A ripple of energy crackled through the air as figures emerged from the shadows, their movements eerily fluid. They were taller than most humans, their bodies draped in garments spun from mist and starlight. Their silver eyes glowed with an unsettling intensity, and inked across their chests—wings. Dwayne exhaled sharply. “Was it—” “The Nymari.” The warrior beside him confirmed. “They can shift, too.”

he instructed, “hands neatly behind your back, head up, and walk.” We stepped along the narrow cobblestones embedded in the earth. Sicca led the way, me following directly behind him. He seemed to glide effortlessly over the ground, completely untethered by the lack of elegance I carried—he had enough grace for both of us. Two guards stood before the glass doors. Both were clad in armor that looked unnatural in this setting, as if they were determined to stand out from the surrounding nature rather than blend in. Yet, what really caught my eye were the wings—something I had never seen before. They were like delicate dragonfly wings, attached to their backs. Nearly transparent, with only the

Unruly, but fierce. And then there was Cloud. Sweet, simple Cloud. All fluff, no sense. The pure gray one with the perpetually confused expression, head-butting walls or his siblings with an endearing lack of coordination. Perfect, all of them. They were mine: my mess, my legacy, my tiny, infuriating miracles.

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...