Warriors Longtail Novels & Stories

Two hours later when I was paired with Stanley for patrol, I couldn’t help but tease him, “Wow, didn’t know I get to train with an elite, I must be special.” Stanley snorted, “don’t overthink Warrior Rochelle,” he winked. As we started our patrol I had to ask, “so, how long does it take to become an elite warrior?” His answer was simple, “if you have to ask, you’re not ready to know yet.” “That’s not an answer,” I stated with a bit of frustration in my voice. He didn’t turn his head to look at me, “about 3 years if you survive it, the final test is fighting the Alpha with your wolf and he doesn’t go easy on you when he does, he’ll leave his mark.”

He tugged that bad boy right out of its jean cave. His hard long length stood out right there in front of her. Again, shock gave way to natural gawking. He is just so well formed, long thick and smooth. She started remembering some of the positions they’d done where that tool had— CRAM! More breakfast was shoved into her mouth. This time, she swallowed it quickly and forgot she was holding out as she stared at that lovely length of him. Yes, in the shower or out on the pasture when he teased and taunted and I went up in a ball of flaming smoke.

“Yes please.” The man smiled and continued. “As you can see, the Black Tortoise represents the North, the Vermillion Bird represents the South, the Azure Dragon represents the East, the White Tiger represents the West. That man in the center, he’s known as the Yellow Emperor, and he holds them all together.” “That’s very interesting,” Jade said, her full attention focused on the image in front of her. It seems like she has finally found her topic. “Isn’t it? If you’d like to know more about it, there are a couple of books you can read,” the man continued.

to train with the best and those who pass all of the tests in six months will become an official warrior that patrols and guards our pack village and city which is surrounded by the forest boarders, the deep forest is widely known for its unmerciful rogues that like to attempt to capture and kill pack wolves. If we pass, we also have the chance to take on extensive training and move up to be Palace guards, which is an honorable and very respected position, they guard the Alpha and Luna, their daughter Florence and future Alpha Layton which was my best friend Dakota’s dream, mine was just to be a skilled warrior like my dad. I've been waiting for this moment ever since I was little when I fir

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.

Well, that's not really surprising. He is tall, tanned, and very muscular. He is 26 and still hasn't found his mate. Also, he is the leader of The Quill warrior, which somehow makes him even more attractive. This pact doesn't have a Beta. So, we consider the head of the Quill Warrior as the Beta of this pack. Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, to sink in the sensation. That’s when I saw it. As his head moved, the low light of the bedside lamp caught the skin just below his ear. My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stopped. Tattooed in deep obsidian ink was the mark of the Triple moon; the sigil of the High Alpha. It wasn’t just the pack mark. It was the crown. The lines were intricate and glowing with a faint violet light that only pulsed in the blood of the true lineage.