Warriors Leafpool Mga Nobela at Kwento

Andrew’s POV “Fall has come,” I murmured, looking at the leaves scattered on the grass in the warrior camp’s backyard. I was standing on the terrace, leaning against a pillar. “We’ll clear the yard of leaves soon, Alpha,” an Omega said. She and her co-worker hurriedly put the dried leaves into a large black plastic bag, and a few minutes later, they were running after the leaves, blown away by the wind. “Poor them,” Duncan commented. He called the warriors who were taking a break from training. He told them to help the two omegas.

he assured. He left, not wanting to talk about the matter. On the full moon, Jared already took his position and I was forced to sneak out, going to the place I had asked Jared to prepare. The thing is, I had asked Jared to prepare and train my personal army. They think I don't have royal men in the palace but the truth is, I have fourteen thousand loyal soldiers waiting for a command. I had asked Jared to send them the command and slowly they began showing up, night by night, it started with a hundred, grew with a hundred and fifty and soon it grew to a thousand men as they all answered the command.

that I would never have to think about it again. “ there was a system here. Warriors who worked hard and completed their training early would be traded of two other parks and Gain their own recognition before coming back into the park and taking a position into the cancel, as elders, and even at special sector of the Warriors in this Park. there was a lot of progress that was to be made to the park before you came along. at Orion and given promises to us. about bettering the lives of Pac members as well as those of Warriors who protect the spark. but he forgot about everything when you got here. and he's no longer like an alpha anymore. is like a love-struck teenager.”

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

It whimpered and hid. “How?… who?…. What?…. I kept stammering lost in confusion and deep nostalgic fear. That coin belongs to the Silver Willow Pack, the most traditional blood tasty pack in the northern hemisphere. They didn’t visit bars. They didn’t hire prostitutes. “I'm no longer here for a thrill,” he said, his voice no longer lustful, but cold and professional. He set me down on my feet though he kept one hand firmly on my throat, not squeezing, but reminding me who was in control.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

I looked up at him and licked his lips "Pumpkin pie is sweet, juicy and delicious" I said with seducing voice. "Oh! And poppy seeds are....ummm poppy seeds."I rolled my eyes to that. I huffed, seriously this person can't even come up with something sensual to say? "How was your meeting" I asked "It was good actually, we meet the future Alpha as of now he is head warrior at their pack. We discussed lots of new techniques of fighting and sparing and Jason invited him tomorrow for the party. He is very strong Alpha, you get that domineering aura that emits from him."

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

The rest of the Clans looked more than happy with that decision. Her heart sank at the thought of what would happen if the other Clans rejected them again. She always knew it was a possibility, but she hadn't anticipated what would happen if it actually occurred. "Well, that was a disaster," Lilypool, Flamestrike's sister, let out a sigh. "It could have gone better, but it could have also taken a turn for the worse," Oakfire reminded them. Birdpaw looked at him warily as he approached the young warriors. "You did well, considering this was your first Gathering."

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli