Novel & Cerita Warriors Oakheart

I’m delighted to see two of them are women. “Good to see you again,” Owen greets, and I realize this Sun Warrior must have been part of the ambush. I look him over more carefully where he stands in front of the others. His hair is nearly the same brown as Owen’s but grown out to almost his shoulders. His eyes are a deep, forest green, and his skin is tanned, having clearly spent a lot of time in the sun. His high cheekbones bring even more focus to his eyes that would absolutely steal the show if not for his gorgeous, wide mouth.

The wolves hesitated for a moment before obeying, a few of them disappearing into the shadows to fulfill his request. At that moment, I just couldn’t get my head around what was happening. Orion, controlling an army that look nothing like silver fang’s warriors, making deals with an enemy like darmacus. It had only been a few weeks since he had gone missing, how come he had manage to acquire such power?

He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrior Jasper, the Ore Merchant, Damon and finally, Warwick’s Kingdom very own beloved, Princess Ariana.” With each mention of our names, we were obligated to step forward and wave or bow. Damon did none, unsurprisingly. I was the last to be mentioned so I stepped out, shell shocked by the amount of support I’d gotten. There was a chant of 'The Warrior Queen' which did make me extremely shy and red but was really sweet regardless. Their pr

The Old Oak’s Shadow The mist clung to the ground as Aria, Caden, and a small contingent of Darkfang warriors moved toward the old oak, a gnarled sentinel standing alone in a clearing sacred to the packs. Rollan was nestled in a sling against Aria’s chest, his tiny body warm but quiet, as if sensing the danger. The mark on his arm pulsed faintly, a beacon in the pre-dawn gloom. Caden walked ahead, his blade drawn, his broad frame a shield against the unseen threats lurking in the fog. Kael flanked them, his wounds slowing his steps but not his resolve, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Victor’s rogues.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

My warriors attacked, destroying a whole lot of things. I bet his warriors were already all over the place even though I could tell that they never saw this coming, they clashed and fiercely. "Is this what you want for your pack? I will ruin it and just like I claimed the lock heart pack and blood moon pack altogether, I will claim yours. You don't want to do this Alpha Xander Tevaro." I spat.

“Oakwood soldiers.” My stomach dropped. The warrior continued carefully. “They questioned travelers and smaller border settlements. They’re searching for a stray wolf named Leah Decker.” Silence. Cold silence. Marten’s expression darkened slowly. Dangerously. I felt the shift in the air around him immediately. Varkai stirred beneath his skin. The warrior continued nervously. “One of them described her appearance in detail.” Marten stepped forward slowly. “And who seeks her?” The warrior hesitated. “Tim Houston. The King of Oakwood.”

Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________

That exact moment paved the path to this ground for me. "The last competition is for the gold medal and the title Warrior King Or Queen." The Gamma leader stood up from his seat beside Alpha King Aramis, "And the two warriors who have been qualified for this final competition are the beta Tanner Knight of the Silver Hunters Pack and Phoenix Hart, a Gamma of The Dark Autumn Pack. I straightened my back, hearing my name while Tanner joined the stadium from the opposite side. The applause encouraged Tanner. He was a male werewolf, and everybody expected his victory right off the bat. The Alpha King Aramis smiled just a little. He looked proud of Tanner.