Warriors Graystripe Novels & Stories

She ran even faster when she smelled blood, which meant there was some kind of battle going on. Hera arrived at the end of the alley and noticed two enormous wolves in the middle of the vast grassland. The black wolf, Esteban, is on top of the gray wolf whom she recognizes as his lover, Marcus. Esteban is significantly larger than Marcus, putting him at a disadvantage. Hera yelled angrily, "Esteban!" She then instantly transformed into a wolf and snatched Esteban by the back. She pulled him away from Marcus who was now bleeding.

Marlowe, I am sorry that I haven't been completely truthful with you, but it's for the best. One of these days I will tell you, but right now you need to start packing. The Stripe you are to be accepted in is one of the ones that is looking for a Beta during the trials. I wish you the best of luck. Tell the others that Arung and I are safe, that we got a lot of people away from Thomas. Beau

"We have a deal." Their hands met and as he did Damien looked hard at the two alphas. One plotting betrayal and the other too greedy to see it. Shadows played across their faces cast by the torches and for a moment there were wolves circling one another in that clearing. Goran broke the grasp first and turned his attention back to his men. “Get yourselves ready! We leave with the coming sun!” The Greyfang warriors cheered, their voices rough and eager for battle. Damien moved to stand beside his father as they watched the mercenaries celebrate their new “alliance.”

See for yourself," he said. They came through the broken eastern gate four minutes later. The Ashmoor soldiers who had been retreating through the gate stopped retreating and split to either side of the entrance, making room for the new formation coming through behind them. The new formation came through in a column. Forty wolves. Mixed some in Ashmoor colors and some in something else entirely. Dark gray with a silver diagonal stripe across the chest that I did not recognize until I looked properly. The silver diagonal stripe belonged to a pack that Zayden described to me during one of

The real war starts now. With gratitude, Gigi Grey.

“As tradition implies, we need a warrior from the Moongray pack and another from the Blue Moon pack.” At the same time, a pack warrior from the Moongray pack stepped forward, a large scar running from his cheeks to his jaw. He slammed his fists on his chest, letting out a loud growl. He strode towards the announcer and pulled out a weapon, “For the Moongray pack.”

As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy. "Boom——" the boulder exploded into dust. Paisley advanced through the debris, her irises glowing with the wolf's signature golden-red. Her whip tip, still dusted with rock powder, stopped at the right place. She said, "Protecting the pack is every wolf's duty——dare you question our combat eligibility?" The werewolves behind stared in disbelief. The lead Gamma quickly nodded: "We'll take you all! Of course we will!" The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors.

"My spark isn't strong enough. I'll never be able to weave the light-lines like the scholars do." Before her frustration could turn into a full tantrum, a massive, heavily armored shadow fell over her. A towering beast-kin warrior, a wolf-kin named Garron who served in the regional civilian vanguard, knelt down in the dust right beside her. His armor was marked with the ancient, golden wolf insignia of Alpha Ryan, and his face bore the calloused scars of a veteran pathfinder. Yet, his large, clawed hands were incredibly gentle as he rested them on his knee.

This was the beginning of our end. I lift my eyes and stare across the calm water. Violence follows the Shadow Warriors. After their ships landed on Earth, the women left the men which catapulted the men to finally make the changes needed to keep them alive. They became farmers and fed humans instead of warring with them. The Warrior aliens had the physical characteristics to pull it off-blond hair, blue eyes, and enormous bodies that made them appear to be good corn-fed farm boys. The Warriors then married human women and began procreating much like their female counterparts. Males produced male offspring and females produced females. The males somehow raised their sons to be nonviolent pac