Warriors Mc Novels & Stories

Alpha Kai turned to look at me briefly, his eyes scolding me for being against the tournament. "There is a tournament coming up? When are we going to be getting included?" another one of the warriors, Jim, asked, going off topic. "You are special warriors, you have nothing to do with tournaments," Alpha Kai replied, showing no interest in continuing the topic. "All play and no work make Jack a dull werewolf!" Jim said jokingly and the others laughed. "I would have said that you should all organize a tournament between just you, the warriors but there is no need for that as we all know who is going to win already!" Alpha Kai fixed his gaze on one of the warriors, Lam, who was breathing heavil

This was sent to every member of Blakemore. “Anyone capable of combat of eighteen or more will be accepted. Everyone participating will receive warriors pay and high risk bonuses. I also open up to external warriors, mercenaries, allies, all capable fighters. Today, Blakemore is raising the biggest army werewolves have ever seen. And I won’t limit this to wolves, or shifters—any warriors, period.” He managed to have a calm that I knew I was absolutely incapable to have in such a situation. I would never have the strength.

Archer and Devlin both smile as they hear the first of many screams fill the night as the war begins. As soon as the first scream sounds and the alarms all go off Dominic and Seraphina, Nathaniel, Violet, Eli, Chrysta, Scarlett and Phoenix, Ryker and Isabella, Jayce, Opal, River, Charlotte and Stefan, Josephine and Zachary, Victoria, Julian, Katrina, Seth, Savannah, Theodore, Tina, Alexander, Sebastian, Teresa, Victor, Noah, William, Imogen, Claire and all the other high-ranked warriors move quickly out of their assigned tents. As soon as they realise what is happening, Isabella, Imogen and Savannah stand in a circle facing each other as they recite once each and then three times together.

“Yes! It’s for werewolves who are turning eighteen or just turned eighteen. You can sign up and if you pass the basic strength test, they train you to become a warrior.” Blake nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. “Yeah, it’s like this intense program. You train every day—combat, endurance, strength. It’s no joke. But if you finish it, you become one of the official warriors of the pack. You could guard the borders or even work alongside the Alpha.” “Wow…” I whispered, thinking about it. “That sounds amazing.” “You thinking of signing up?” Ariana asked, raising an eyebrow. I hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. I mean… I want to. I want to learn to fight. I’m tired of being weak.”

Before they could reach me, I was already standing beside numerous warriors. These warriors were all trained by me personally. They held deep respect and loyalty for me. Attempting violence against me in front of them was absolutely intolerable to every warrior present. Without me saying a word, a warrior was already roaring at Marcus and his group: "Who do you think you are? This is the warrior hall! If you cause trouble here, we're calling Alpha!" As he spoke, the warrior actually activated his emergency communication stone to alert Alpha Donovan. Marcus raised his voice, shouting at the speaking warrior:

Hopefully, the lesson had been learned. Clearing my throat, I addressed the room again, my gaze sweeping over the gathered warriors. "Training!" I announced, my voice echoing off the walls. "From the age of six, I trained daily. By the time I was ten, training was a part of my everyday life, as it is for all Royal Pack warriors. Our program focuses on strength, agility, and endurance—qualities essential for every warrior, regardless of gender."

I don't know if Asher knows I am aware of what Alex told me and I didn't want to overstep or get Alex in trouble for sharing information with me that he shouldn't have. 'They have levels for warriors here in Blood Moon. Elite, Diamond, Platinum and then training for your everyday wolves. They want to place us in our levels according to our skill sets and to ensure that Alpha Lance sent over his top warriors. I am counting on you all to perform at your peak levels and prove to Alpha Asher why Alpha Lance and Gamma Aaron chose you for this trip.'

“Awesome. Now let’s talk logistics. Since you’re a mate-reject and you live with your parents, it makes the most sense that we move in together.” I snatched my hand back. “Wait, what?” “Warriors date to claim. We don’t date for fun, Vivid. Everyone has to think we’re serious. We’ve known each other a long time. They wouldn’t be surprised and would actually expect this of us and be more surprised if we didn’t.” “It’s a tradition since when there were wars all the time and warriors had to settle down and claim and breed quickly. Now warriors are taught to be serious and never fraternize.”

I follow Osiston down the hallway, Alpha Reggie behind me. “Each of our Warriors has their own room. We do not force you to share with somebody that you may or may not get along with. Unfortunately, the warrior brand does not hinder your personality and not everyone will always get along. All of our Warriors are highly competitive and some tend to take winning and losing very seriously, while others see it more as a game and for fun. You’ll figure out who the hotheads are and who is more laid back pretty quickly.”

The MC lifted the scroll in his hand, his expression firm. The crowd howled in response, stamping feet against the stone stands. My chest tightened. “First!” the MC shouted. “Rogan, son of Dre, from the shield unitl!” A massive warrior leapt into the sandpit. His arrival was greeted by roars of approval. His arms raised, his body gleaming with battle oil. The chants of his name echoed like drumbeats. “Second! Velric, of the sword units hounds!” Another fighter emerged, snarling as he slammed his fists together, a long sword hanging at his back. The crowd responded with the same energy, their bloodlust visible in the air.