Warriors Graystripe Novels & Stories

Jerry asked. “Grayson, his name is Grayson,” Carter replied. “Grayson? Who the hell is he and why did he have to meddle in my affair? Have I attacked his pack?” Jerry questioned. “We don’t know much. But he’s strong. His warriors are not like the others we’ve faced. He has weapons too” Carter said. Jerry’s fist slammed onto the desk, the sound echoing. “Grayson! Whoever he is, he’ll regret this. No one crosses me and survives. I don’t care how strong he is.” Jerry vowed.

It was an honor, to be a part of the pack they served, loved, and protected. The warriors stood straight in formation, with Rigel and Gale on the front. Their faces solemn, hearts grieving and undeniably even more furious than mine. Gale shifted first, into a gray wolf with black patches of fur and clear blue eyes. Rigel followed, then the rest of the warriors.

I nodded in acknowledgment, my steps firm despite the limp I struggled to mask. Outside, my warriors stood in formation, weapons ready, faces set with grim determination. My eyes swept over them, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. These were my people, and I would fight to my last breath to protect them. But then my gaze landed on him—Alpha Grayson. He stood just beyond our perimeter, flanked by his warriors. His arms were crossed, a smug grin spread across his face. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the way I favored one leg. Then he laughed, a loud, mocking sound that grated against my nerves.

you know the pink dress and Vi's pretty sure he's going to love Silva's wolf. She runs through the events. It starts to make a bit more sense the second time around. She stops after the part where Valerie tells her that Esme and Luka have been taken. She turns to an older werewolf standing near her, leaning against a table. His eyes are cast downwards, his expression grim. "Graydon Airwolf," she says, "You have the most experience of all of us in warcraft. What do you think?" I recognize his name. I am certain that Gray told me stories about a warrior named Graydon Airwolf who had fought bravely alongside him.

My gaze cut through the battlefield, searching for Grayson. I had to deal with that motherfucker too before it was too late. But all around me, my warriors had taken control. Enemy wolves were dragged to their knees, their snarls reduced to hollow cries. Gamma Carson, bloodied but standing tall, came to my side. He bowed his head and reported. “Alpha, Grayson is dead. His warriors have surrendered.” A long breath escaped me, heavy, tired, and almost foreign after the chaos. After what felt like an eternity, I let myself relax as the battle was finished, crushing all the traitors to death.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

I haven’t been able to feel Rye since we got here and they first injected us. Grey is in worse shape than I am and one of Starks warriors passed with the last set of experiments. Thankfully with his wolf dormant for now and the link to his pack weakened, he wasn’t able to feel this warriors link break in full force. He said it reminded him of kind of like a rubber band snapping. I’m hoping Grey can make it out of here. If something happens to him before we make it out I might just give up myself. We may not have a romantic relationship but he is still part mate to me.

"Oh but it sounded more like threatening a member of my pack?" "We weren't threatening anyone," she said quickly, but her voice shook slightly. "No?" Gray's ice-blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her squirm. The three warriors exchanged nervous glances. "I'm sure Myra appreciates the... welcome. Perhaps you should return to the celebration," Gray said, though it clearly wasn't a suggestion. The warriors nodded quickly and hurried back inside, leaving Gray and me alone. "You didn't have to do that," I said quietly once we were alone.

Building exhaling flames above broken glasses and debris of different materials. Krystal stood, the yolk of his small army of four black eyed men while a handful of Lycaon Order warriors dolled out destruction with torches and gun powder in the deserted territory. With pride and joy he watched the pack crumble under the weight of victory. Now, to find new recruits, the second thing on his to-do list after delivering alpha Grey back to his employer. "Over here!" A voice rang out like a beacon eating up attention. A warrior crouched over a shallow hole in the ground.