Warriors Oakheart Novels & Stories

"I will never fall for someone like Tahira!! It's over my dead body, okay? I will not also sit and watch Seven Pack dwindle because of my emotions for Beatrice!! Nothing will ever change the fact that Tahira is the future Queen of Seven in One Pack. Accept it or leave it!" I yelled at her and she smiled. "Then be prepared to see a war coming, don't forget that Beatrice is the future moon goddess and I will give her my full support anywhere and anytime." She said and stormed out of the room leaving me dumbfounded at that threat. What did she mean by war? Someone cleared the throat behind me and I jumped up in surprise. Christ!!! "What are you doing here?" I gasped at Ioona who came out of the

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

EVANDER POV Rolling down the windows of my gray Nissan Titan, I smell the fresh air of the pack that I’ll be the Alpha of. It feels good to be back on Moon Valley pack soil. I switched seats with Alonso a few miles back so that he could be the one to greet the warriors at the gate so no one would see me in the back. My scent is all over the car but hopefully, all our scents mix so it won’t be as strong. We don’t want anyone suspecting that I am back.

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

It took me by surprise as I hadn't expected such a reaction from them. Hunter then took center stage and began his announcement. "My fellow warriors," he started, "we have been through a difficult time. We have faced challenges that have tested our strength and resilience. But despite all that, we have emerged victorious. And today, I want to recognize our Luna for her unwavering support and leadership during these difficult times."

Rissa asked her father Leonardo Acosta. Leonardo Acosta is the CEO and founder of the Acosta empire. He is fourty years old and is married with one daughter. He's a very cute and well built strong man. He is a man who most ladies are still after because of the way he is. He doesn't even look his age at all.

Elaina felt the contact against the strong muscle and bone over the warriors chest. Behind her Elaina could hear Chase parrying with the other three warriors. She wasted no time pulling her axe and lunging forward letting it slice against the open flesh of her opponents neck. He stared at her wide eyed before collapsing to the ground, his hand pressed against his open wound trying to stop the blood flow. Turning Elaina found Chase pinned to the ground. He fought to move the booted foot of a dark warrior that threatened to snap his neck. Elaina could see that he had a busted lip and scratch above his right eye, but otherwise looked fine.

I began He patted my shoulder firmly. "I've known you since you were a boy… you have a heart of a lion and the grace of an eagle. You were born to be a warrior, a fighter for your people. Do not let empathy and kindness blind you. People don't deserve your love, they don't want it, so keep it to yourself." He raised my face up to look into his eyes. "We'll get her back, no matter what it takes. We will. We won't let those evil people get her. She's coming back to us. You and I will have her back in our midst. I swear on it."

Alpha Kaine POV I stood on the back of my massive black war-steed and watched the chaos unfolding at the edge of the Blackwood valley, while the smell of burning pine and the copper tang of fresh blood filled the air in a way that usually made me feel like a king, but right now I was just feeling annoyed. My lead warriors were supposed to be the best in the northern territories, yet they were being tossed around like straw dolls by a single woman in a broken bone mask, and I could see my men starting to pull back in fear because every time she moved, another head rolled into the dirt. I adjusted the heavy fur collar of my cloak and spit into the grass, while my second-in-command, a scarred w

But it wasn’t Kellan who stepped into the circle. It was someone older. His name was Garrick. His hair was streaked with gray, his body crisscrossed with scars that spoke of battles survived. His right ear was missing, torn clean away. His eyes were a wolf’s eyes even in his human form yellow, sharp, unblinking. The pack parted as he strode forward. He didn’t grin, didn’t jeer. His expression was flat, resolute. This wasn’t a man fighting for sport. This was a guardian of tradition, here to test whether I deserved to breathe Shadowfang air.