Warriors Mc Novels & Stories

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

Killian looked over his shoulder and then turned back to the table. “That is one of our young warriors,” he said softly. I couldn’t help the look of confusion that crossed my face. “What is a warrior doing fetching chairs?” “We have a strict policy here: All warriors must learn to serve, as well as fight. They must learn to appreciate what goes into keeping a camp and compound running. I firmly believe that every warrior needs to know that the people who clean the mess hall, serve their food, and keep a fire in the hearth are just as important – if not more so – than the warriors themselves.”

“Do all your warriors train together?” Hunter raises his eyebrow at me, and I shake my head slightly. I don’t want him to think I’m interested in this pack. “No, Alpha Mars. We have them grouped by levels of experience and capabilities. Our top warriors usually train in the morning and night. These warriors here are part of the elite.” Maximo points to a group of warriors sparring.

I stopped next to him and nudged him with my elbow. “What’s this?” I asked. Eric looked a bit startled to see me standing there—sometimes I had a habit of slipping through crowds unseen and sneaking up on people with my short stature—but then shrugged. “Internal selection for warrior camp,” he said. “They’re choosing a group of warriors to participate in the Southern Werewolf Warrior Championship.” “Are they picking any combat managers?” I asked. Eric smirked at me. “Why, you interested?” “Of course I am.” He finally nodded his head toward the bulletin board. “Take a look for yourself.”

he bowed his head and then stood up straight, wearing a serious face, now with an imposing aura. "Alright, playtime's over. I'm Rex Miller, Beta of the 5th-ranked pack, Amethyst Moon Pack. Welcome to the long-awaited, grand event. This is the triennial contest. Some of us here are veterans, and others are first-timers. Whichever group we fall into, it's good to have you all here. Today, as we all know, is Elimination day. I wish the Alphaless packs here today lots of fortune in getting the 50 points needed for the next level. But you must know there is no mercy for the losers. You must be extra careful in choosing the warrior to partake in an activity. If your chosen warrior gets 5 points fo

It could only be done in mumbles and whispers. "And also," the first elder suddenly voiced out, gaining everyone's attention and away from their conversations. He sent me a quick gaze with a little smile plastered on his face which indicated that he wanted to say something else that had to do with me, and returned his gaze to the others present. "Doris here will form a new league which will be called the 100 Warriors. You all are also to note that those who enter the 100 Warriors and survive the training, will have the opportunity to directly enter the chief warrior seat under the highest leader of the Iron Claw Warriors, and can also lead other warriors." He paused and looked at the faces o

Maverick agreed. “The thing is,” Cowboy finally spoke up. “Who will be fighting who? Or will we know? Ghosts and Cherokee braves. Russian Enforcers and Russian hitmen. Then us, the Rebel’s Blood against the Hade’s Messengers MC.” He tossed his hands up. “It’s fucking wild!” He looked around at the brothers and then at his prez. “I will be getting triage ready. I’ll need help with the wounded after the war starts. Fuck, I will need a whole medical staff!” He marched down the hallway to the Infirmary. Breed watched him walk away then pulled out his cell and sent a text.

Draco POV We are now on day 14 in the bunker we have gotten about 40,000 new pack member from every supernatural community out of the new pack members 25,000 are being trained as warriors we have 12500 new female warriors and 12500 new male warriors some of them have warrior training from the previous pack and some are new warrior that want to be training coming from smaller packs that don’t have much of a warrior program so the all together we have 36410 warriors in all of all armed forces, the Reconstruction of the royal pack is almost done The castle is now centered of the pack land there is a mote surrounding the castle there is now a drawbridge that has a guard post where visitors hav

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.