Warriors Leafpool Novels & Stories

“Mamma, why doesn’t Miss Marion’s daughter wear a patch?” My eyes snap open, looking for the child whose voice was clear enough to be in this pool with me, but I’m still alone. That must have been from someone up on the hill. I slowly relax against the edge of the pool, deciding not to try that again for now, even though I’d like an answer to the same question. All the other Sun Warriors have matching patches of a bow and arrow against a sun sewn onto their jackets. Like the one Owen and I accidentally found in the secret tunnel.

The friction between them had long since burned past the point of negotiation. In the deep, silent shadow of the east wing, the multi-million-dollar framework of the New York Warriors, the league compliance ledgers, and the national selection brackets were completely obliterated. There was only the raw, heavy weight of Jaxson’s body and the absolute surrender of Liam’s defenses against the gray silk sheets.

after a long silence I decided to ask "What is your name, I mean we've come across each other like twice, and I still don't know your name" "Mateo" for some kind of reason that name rang a bell in my head and I couldn't figure out why. "And you?" "Oh...yeah, I'm Kehna" we stared at each other for a while till we heard some footsteps, I knew it was my dad and I was ready for more bad news. "Kehna so since you are leaving soon, I guess you won't be coming back any time soon" "Yeah, I guess so" "How about you give me your number?" I gave an uncomfortable look "I mean, you don't have to"

I promise, Marcus and I will protect you and help you take back what is rightfully yours. "Hera, it's not that simple. They're too powerful for us to fight, and I've already told Althaia that I'm not going back there." Hera gripped Callie's hands firmly. She looked at her with desperation. "But what about our tribesmen? They have been living in fear for a long time because of Althaia and Henry's abusive regime, and many of them have become blinded by it, choosing to follow Althaia's laws that were contrary to what Queen Mother had taught us. Calista, this is not what Queen Mother wants."

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

“Sorry Alpha, we are still fighting. These warriors don’t want to give up the ownership of this camp. Guess they are having too much fun teaching them how to give pleasure…” “Report as soon as you have taken the camp.” “Affirmative, Alpha.” I then link with Raphael, “Report?” “Warriors are all dead. The male and female slaves are all in the process of being transported to LightMoon Territory.” “Good.” I then link with Isaac, “Report?”

I wouldn’t let him, or anyone else, use me again. The power rippled under my skin, and though I hadn’t sent the Warriors off to hunt with it, a part of it still bound them together. I took a deep breath and reeled it in further, burying it deep within myself. The murmurs of the Warriors suddenly grew louder. They pointed at Sasha and began to rumble with discontent. “You said you were the Selene-Blade!” One snarled at her. Other voices joined in. “How could you sabotage us like that!”

"Well, you already did. I don't need you to say anything anymore.c I said and turned, walking out with my delta as though I had never stepped in. Leaving and going back to my chamber, I had to deal with the oppressive silence broken only by the rustle of leaves underfoot and the frantic beating of my heart. Later the next day, I moved towards the border of the black pool pack, behind me was a line of determined-looking warriors moving with the same silent and driven purpose, their eyes filled with a fierce determination born from worry and fear. They were my warriors, the elite warriors of the black pool Pack, and they were on a mission: to find Leila like we had discussed and trained.

Meanwhile, at the center of the group , a harsh battle was about to begin. The representative of the Alpha Calhoun's pack charged undisputed toward the center of the enemy troops. His rank 4 body was unmatched in that environment and he swung his greatsword freely, making a way toward their middle. Aldophus ducked while switching to his primal form, seeing the hooded cultivator getting close but Lane promptly moved in front of him. "I will handle him, don't worry young master." He spoke, fixing his gaze on the incoming warrior. The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane.

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.