Warriors Jayfeather Novels & Stories

"Is that how you treat your ex-girlfriend?" I stared up at the evening sky. He chuckled. "She was never a warrior." Moments later, he crouched beside me and held out a bottle of water. "Drink." I accepted it as the cool water slid down my dry throat, easing the burning ache inside me. When I finished, I placed the bottle beside me as Kael picked up my fallen sword. "If you truly want to earn a place among the Silver Moon warriors," he said, "you'll have to do much better than this."

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.

Even though I want Logan to be happy, I’d rather Joie end up with Jagger if it meant he’d get the hell out of my pack. “Look dude, I don’t blame you. Jagger is a hot guy with a great personality. You have every right to be nervous. But if this is my second chance…” he drifts off. Now I feel like an ass. “Hey, we’ll keep an open mind. After all, they’re leaving on Wednesday. Jagger has to get back to White Fang. All signs of loyalty to Walt are gone. Besides Hunter’s dad has finally made warriors out of some of them. Our border patrol say they actually look like they can fight now.” I roll my eyes at Walt’s complete failure as an alpha. I’m ready for his head to roll. Hopefully the king will

Things had undeniably changed in my life, and there was no unseeing it. But more than ever, this was the first time in my life I felt passionate about something beyond being a member of the race. The full moon turned me into Jaydon Woods: the night guard, savior of my kind, alpha to all under our roof... and that’s only the beginning.

Jade said. She laughed, “We're trained to kill first. Don't worry your safety is our number one priority.” She spoke. “Thanks.” “We're here until we are no longer needed. I just figured since I smelled you, I'd say hello.” She spoke. “Your father Jayden is coming right?” “Yes, he said he’s about two days out,” Jade said. “Good, we could use a fighter like him.” She said. “A fighter?” “Yes, he used to be the number one warrior of my coven, but then Yarah told him about his destiny and he went out to search for her. I just wish he would have changed her before she got herself killed.”

he says, and our chest seems to tighten for a second as his wolf spirit links to us. He steps back and the next follows. "I, Curt Feist, pledge myself to King Atticus and Pack Kincaid," the next warrior says, and the feeling inside of us repeats. Each one takes their turn, even Layla, and we dismiss them with a smile on our face. Knowing we can link with the warriors in times of danger is reassuring. None of them have phones and since we don't always have access to a charger phones aren't an ideal means to communicate anyway.

Ryder was panting from the sparring he just had with Jay, and from how nervous the situation made him feel. "Well, the humans do have a point," Jay cut in, joining them with the paper in his hands. His eyes are going through each line written on it. Then he finally looked up. "The Cariannos are born beasts. I wouldn't wanna go against them either. Not that I'm scared. I'm just trying to play safe." "Tough shit. You got no choice." The hard rasp from Ryder shut them up. He looked away, refusing to acknowledge their confused expression.

That was why Warren could hold him hostage and pin him in the air with that fucking spear forged in Heaven. “Now you know he isn’t your hero, Phia, not even close,” Jehg/Warren said smugly. “Now you can finally let him go.” Problem was, I’d never let Jason go. Not even he knew that. He’d mistaken the hatred in my eyes as being for him and him alone, which broke him all over again. Yet I heard the echo of his telepathy toward his warriors. “Leave me and take my Bride to safety now. Protect her at all costs…”

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.