Warriors Mc Novels & Stories

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Drake's dad continued, “I know that no one would want to listen to this old man continue blabbing nonsense. Because everyone is more excited in hearing who is the MVP of this tournament. Well without further adieu let me first announce this tournament’s champion, and they are no other than…” The warriors excitedly made the sound of drumrolls. “The winner is no other than,” Drake’s dad excitedly says, “The Black Moon Pack!” The happy loud cheers can be heard from the warriors of the Black Moon Pack. I know some of our warriors are unhappy, some may even be disappointed. Because a lot have spent most of their time practicing and giving their all but all of them ended in vain. I know that every

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

Before I can decipher the shade of brown or make out any other features, Marcus drives into the territory, while Viola whines incessantly, wanting to go back. “Listen, Nora,” Marcus grumbles, glancing at me, “if you can’t behave tonight, you will leave me no choice but to put you into council warrior training.” “You wouldn’t,” I gasp, facing him, but his expression is serious. Even more so than when I wrecked Hazel’s car. Council warriors are in for life, and take a vow of celibacy. They wear scent blockers to hide their scents from their mate, and it sounds like the loneliest existence. It’s also a last resort for unruly wolves. Instead of turning them rogue, it’s essentially a prison sente

Arctic Warriors would be no more once he was done with us. ******************************************

The MC was always looking for new businesses to invest in. Caiden had a meeting scheduled with one of the other owners and hoped to buy him out. Macie was not happy about that, but after a long night of hot sex, she gave in. They welcomed their son Caiden James into the club a few months later. He was a healthy 8lb and 7oz baby boy, and the whole MC showed up to see the 4th generation of the Hell’s Warriors. As James had feared, Scar and Kenzie were a force to be reckoned with in the clubhouse. It was a true tag team effort. However, the one good thing that came out of it was none of the bunnies seemed to hang around long.

Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground. Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival. "You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them. Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara.

“We are holding a tournament. This is not the usual tournament that we hold, because in this tournament only the top three remaining warriors win. The top three warriors will be part of the Alpha’s warriors. The best of the best. Their sole responsibility is to our new Alpha, Mikey. As for benefits, you already know what are the benefits of an Alpha warrior.” One of the warriors raised his hand, “What will happen to those who didn’t survive?” “They will be removed from the tournament,” Uncle Drake said, “We do not kill our own, but those that do not make the cut each week will be removed from the tournament and will have to stay home. Or help out in the pack house chores.” “Are female she wo

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

Before we get out of the pack, he tells me how my eyes need to be red before I could be accepted as the alpha and rule my pack, and in the meantime, Dante might return to ruling until that happens. IT'S BEEN THREE MONTH," after the whole incident, I just finished being crowned the alpha of the Dark Wand Pack. My eyes had glowed red while saving Mark from a close death call. It was one of his rough plays with Roman and Jared and if I hadn't come online, he would have fallen off the whole building. They forgot he could crawl and they still played with him as if he was still a month old. Mark had no resemblance to Xylah but rather he looked just like Roman which made it more believable. After t