Warriors Longtail Novels & Stories

“Do you know who this belongs to?” Her eyes widened. She turned to someone behind me. I met her gaze and it was her lead Warrior, Dara, who stood outside. “Warriors have it here.” She replied. “Why?” Why did she look at Dara? That was heavily suspicious. “This horse tail is expensive and few. Can only be found at Black Hills.” She scoffed. “Oh please. Boots and Rivers market sell anything. And the ones in Black Hills’ could be a cheap copy.”

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

Taking long strides, he went back to the parking towards his Lamborghini which his Dad had just gifted him as his birthday present and reversed out of the building.  Minahil was sitting with Zaviar and his friends. “Zaviar is not that bad!” she thought to herself. "Zavi, do you know Abraham got a Lamborghini!" One of them exclaimed. Her ears perked up hearing his name. "Dude, that boy is filthy rich!" Another commented. "It's a black matte!" Another added. Zaviar was talking to them but she was getting irritated of his name. "I'm leaving!" She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her.

The Alpha replied after a long pause of silent thinking. “I’ll disband the warriors and let you rest enough for two more days and after that, we will continue our discussion” with these words, Alpha Calhoun closed the door and left. “I need to handle this impertinent man before he goes out of control” the Alpha said within him before leaving completely.

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

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.

“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.”

Kit called out to Rex. "Everyone stand fast. They are coming from the east and fast. Alphas out front with me, betas stay close behind us, watch our backs." Rex’s Royal Alpha Voice filled their heads and bodies with strength, instinct taking over to allow the humans bow out to their wolves so they might win. A thunderous rumble shook the ground for several minutes until they saw what the rumble was coming from. A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs.

Belikov's back went rigid when he noticed what I had my sights on, only piquing my interest more. I pulled back the red, tattered cloth that was covering it and couldn't hold back my astonished gasp even if I tried. If the signature scaled armor wasn't enough on its own the blazing phoenix emblem on the front of the ornate shield was a dead giveaway. "You're...you're a," I stuttered, unable to believe my own eyes as I reached down to touch the glistening shield. My fingers lightly grazed across the sleek metal, the cool contact freezing my scattering thoughts into place. "These belong to Varangian Guard."