Warriors Graystripe Novels & Stories

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

Despite his birthday suit, his flying gray strands swirled in a silken sheen, somehow flowing in such a way to keep a certain part of him hidden. It should have seemed odd, the rapt way the other men, including her captors, watched in hushed silence, eyes tracking the movement. Faster and faster, Gramps whirled, closer too, somehow dancing between the kneeling warriors, whiplike strands of grey striking their skin, tickling, she was sure.

Alpha Marcus Greythorn arrived with fifty wolves. All warriors. All armed. All arranged in formation outside the packhouse gates. "That's a declaration of war," Jetstar said, watching from the window. "He brought enough fighters to take the packhouse by force." Jasmina's heart pounded. "Are we under attack?" "Not yet. But he's making a point. Showing you what happens if he decides you're unfit." "Get our warriors ready. Quietly. I don't want to escalate unless he forces it."

I raise my eyebrow at him, but he just shakes his head. “I have one more announcement. Our own Maddison Gray found her mate yesterday as well. Trevor is the Lead Warrior with the Canyon Ridge Pack, so while we are gaining a doctor, we are losing one of our best gardeners. Thankfully, we have a strong alliance with both packs, and we’ll continue to work together and see members from those packs.” There’s a lot of congratulations and back slapping for Trevor, and some tears for Maddison, I’m guessing from her garden crew.

Didn’t dare breathe too loud. And then—I heard voices. Loud and harsh. I pressed my eye to a crack in the wall, my blood turning to ice. Warriors. At least ten of them, armed to the teeth, marching in formation. And in the center— Alpha Grayson. He was a huge man with broad shoulders and very unkind eyes. Even from here, his presence was suffocating. Power rolled off him in waves, dark and unyielding. His face was carved from stone, his eyes cold, calculating. A predator in human skin.

Not after witnessing hundreds of fervent wolves standing beneath the walls and referring to Grayson by a title that was perilously close to worship. In the middle wagon was the captured Hollow Fang wolf. Bound. protected. Quiet. Grayson was riding close to the front. His mind stayed somewhere else. Returning to Reed Manor. Return to the battlements. Returning to Savannah, she stood next to him while Hollow Fang publicly declared war. A horse came up behind them. Ryder. The army commander of Black Ridge. Alongside Grayson, the big wolf led his mount. "You've been quiet." Grayson continued to focus on the road.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

Around them, the remaining warriors threw themselves into battle. “You need to help them,” I told the warrior beside me. The warrior’s muscles tensed immediately. His fighting instincts had already taken over. He knew he could do more by helping Gray than by standing beside me. Without hesitation, he shifted into a massive black wolf and charged forward. He was powerful. Within seconds, he tore out an enemy’s throat. I tightened my grip on my sword and watched Gray and Barnett fight. Every second increased my fear. Then— Crash! Barnett slammed Gray into the stone floor.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

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.