Warriors Jayfeather Novels & Stories

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

Charlie smiled as he asked, “Who did you call just now? Chief Jay? Is it Bruce Willis from the movie ?” “You must be mad!” Zell replied coldly. “Chief Jay is Jayden Marquez. He is one of Don Albert’s Four Great Guardians!” When Draco heard this, he said anxiously, “Charlie, I am truly very sorry about today! You should leave with Claire now. Chief Jay and Mr. Morningstar have a very good relationship with one another. Chief Jay is from the underground world, and he is very vicious. I do not want you and Claire to get hurt just because of me…”

I didn't think I had ever been so nervous. I sat as still as I possibly could as I tried to listen for any sound to indicate where they were, but everything was muffled under the sheets. My heart continued to race so heavily as I could hear footsteps heavily on the floor above me. “Okay dude. Seems you were telling the truth.” From those words I could only hope the warrior had done what he needed to do and checked the house and would soon be on his way. “Not sure why you would think I would be doing anything but.” Joey argued. “I am a warrior in our pack.”

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Over the last year, he’d made friends with these wolves and built-up trust. “It’s a grave. We brought you here, so you’ll understand what’s about to happen. We’ll tell you what happened and then you can decide to be a part of it, or you can walk away. If you stay, there’s no leaving.” It sounded ominous, but that made sense in the climate. Anyone new entering could feel something was off. No one was free to speak their mind. The joy of living in peace seemed elusive. Jay grew up close by after his family fled and joined a different pack. He’d been born a member of the Hollow Wood Pack under Tyler’s father’s leadership. When the pack switched leadership during the last series of wars, his fam

Gamma Beowulf queued me in. " My fellow wolves. I stand before you today as an alpha but also as the child whose parents were betrayed and killed in this pack. I know how you have all fought for justice. I feel your loyalty, your anguish, your turmoil and your fear. I know how the Newmoons had tormented you, maltreated most of you, and my heart bleeds. I cannot erase what has happened in the past or take away your pain, especially your pain of losing your loved ones in the struggle because I too still bear my pain. But I can promise you that I will do everything within my capacity to restore the Luna Eclipse to its glory and avenge the wrongs done to us by the New moons." I said, and they ho

I then lower my eyes and continue, “He didn’t get a chance to release, but you are right. After all my fighting and struggling against him, I failed you. I am not your little warrior anymore. I am useless…” “That is not true…” I snap my eyes to his as he places his fingers under my chin. I am surprised to see Zachariah’s intense grey ones. He moves his fingers from my chin to slide along my jaw until his hand was flat on my cheek. He uses his thumb to wipe away the tears as he says, “You are not useless and you will always be my fiery little warrior. You could never fail me, Yasmine. Even with the pain you were in, you kept fighting. I saw that you kept fighting, and that is what a warrior d

To Feathers, Celine showed a true sign of a Luna, someone who would carry her partners burden and would never complain. "Alpha" The deep old voice of his Beta Roy, brought him back from his thoughts. He turned around swiftly, hoping Roy had brought a good information today. "The last set of the pack warriors have checked everywhere in the forest and there is no sign of Celine." Feather was fully disappointed with the news that had been broken to him. He thought that some way, the last set would bring good news as he knew Celine would not have travelled beyond the shores of the northern boarders.

Without wasting time, Carter led him back to the battlefield where Arthur lies. After they arrived, Jao immediately scanned the area with his eyes. The fighting was still going strong. He clenched his fists. This battle needed to end. Jao turned to his warriors. He was lucky to gather at least thirty of them on the way here. The ones who were hiding came out to help. "Help Alpha Raven's pack!" he said and winced in pain as even talking hurts his body. "Subdue the Red Moon Pack warriors, but kill all the rogues!" he added.

I continued, even as terror gnawed at my insides. “And how are we supposed to believe a mere woman who fidgets at every turn!” Jayden, one of the warriors, stepped forward, roaring like a wounded lion. He raised his blade, inciting the crowd. He was a massive man, fierce, with a jagged scar running across his face and muscles built for a lifetime of war. “Yes!” the soldiers roared back in agreement, their voices turning against me. My gaze shifted to Joel, whose eyes urged me to keep going, to not be intimidated. To rule like a queen rather than be ruled by their doubt.