Warriors Oakheart Novels & Stories

They did not wear the imperial gold or silk linings that had corrupted the Oakhaven council; their coats were matted with gray ash, their faces weathered and scarred by decades of hiding in the deep brush. "They want a word with the Queen," Torin said, his deep voice carrying none of its usual battlefield ferocity. He stepped aside, his sharp eyes flicking between Natalia and the northern elders with a tense, watchful stillness. The oldest of the three, a gaunt, white-furred wolf named Orkan whose left eye had been blinded by an imperial acid-lance winters ago, stepped up to the edge of the iron table. He did not drop to his knees. He looked at the soot-covered Natalia, his remaining eye tra

I linked the warriors as we stood in the forest, breath steaming in the cool air, “or be used as pawns in the game Edmond and Tamara have played for years?” There was hesitation—brief but real. A final tug of old loyalties, of fear. Then one of them—broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed—threw back his head and howled. “We serve the true Westwood heir!” he linked back. That was all I needed. We charged. I led them—my warriors now—back toward the palace. Smoke curled through the air, bodies littered the ground, but the tide was turning. And deep inside me, I felt it: the power I had feared, avoided, doubted… click into place.

I used to get a few updates about him from Ren and Rachel, but even they didn't hear much from him, except that he got a new Beta now. I kept myself occupied with the new trainer. While Madison was mean and relentless, Zoey was friendly but far more brutal. With platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she belonged to the White Warrior clan, a clan that doesn't have the mate concept. Their bloodline was notorious for the ruthless killers they were, not belonging to a pack or territory. Their wolves were as big as any Alpha's wolf.

If I messed up here, he would die for real. Just when I finally reached the exact spot Pa Orloff always warned me about, the doors suddenly flung open so hard that the walls shook. The slam of it felt like lightning inside my skull. The healers all jumped. One even screamed. I lifted my head slowly and saw Creekwood warriors rushing inside. Warriors from my father’s pack. Warriors who would have gladly dragged me home in chains if they got the chance. “Their alpha is down” one of them growled, his eyes bright with excitement, “this is our chance”

I need to fight along side her brother, even if he doesn’t want anything to do with her right now…he will. “Alpha?” Archie, one of my warriors, calls out to me as he along with my other warriors find me standing by the lake on the back decking. I don’t even remember walking here. Archie is one of the newly trained warriors to my pack, he’s only eighteen but shows great potential. Just like all the pack members younger than me, I’ve known him all his life. “The alliances are back on full alert. Attack imminent.” I report back to them as we overlook the lake.

"I run with the eldest son sometimes, but his boots are across the big sea right now. Why are you asking?" My wolf heart skips a beat against my ribs. "Can your device reach his line?" Orion shakes his head. "Not a chance, Lardon. He is a pack healer, always running off to some remote mountain village to fix poor strays for free. Half the time, the sky has zero network service up there." Thalia presses harder. "But do you have any trick to get into the Warwick vault? Lardon needs his boots inside that gallery real bad." Orion drops his weapon files on the wood desk, a funny smile hitting his mouth. "Is that all your pack is crying about? The Warwick guards actually dropped an elite invitatio

Michael Peerce, was second in command of the Warriors, and Jacksons protégé, he was set to take over running the Warriors when the older man retired although I couldn’t imagine the burly man ever giving up his position to do that, Jackson was every inch the dedicated soldier. Alex Oakley was the packs weapons master, he kept the armoury safe and secure, and all weapons maintained fully, seeing him here had my heart racing but the huge, locked box beside him had my heart in my throat. Tristan wouldn’t have called for weapons unless it was really serious. “Roman, Fill Cali in.” Tristan directed, seeing me standing in the doorway before returning to his discussion with Michael.

a strong voice behind chipped, causing the others to chuckle lightly. "Ella was everywhere!" the speaking warriors continued, his voice booming even stronger this time. "Her voice everywhere, her hands, everywhere. She pretty learnt more than we do know now about this pack back then. She became the face of Oakwood, when it should have been no one but you! Even now, many believe that she still runs this pack–" " A mere healer, overseeing the affairs of men of valor!! " It was the war chanting warrior that said this, the tone of his voice making my heart to bleed. He pictured the grieving hearts of my men, my most trusted men.

The flickering flames threw restless light across the room, casting long, shifting silhouettes of the warriors standing like statues at the edges. At the far end, upon a throne carved from blackened oak and adorned with silver wolf motifs, sat Alpha Damian. His long, midnight hair framed a face of sharp angles and dark, unwavering eyes. The tailored black coat he wore blended seamlessly with the gloom, making him seem like part of the night itself—an immovable shadow made flesh.

He stepped forward, a signal for his warriors to take us captive. They closed in on us and we tried to fight back, but the warriors were just too strong. "You see, we were out on a yearly raid on rogue packs, and still on it we heard of the death of brave Alpha Darius, so we returned, only to see prisoners claiming to rule over us? That's a shame," the beta stated as we struggled with the warriors. "He's got healing powers, and he could use it to zap out your wolves!!" " Raven !! " I called in an attempt to shut her up. I knew for sure I would lose if I got in a battle with the warriors, powers or not, and I surely didn't know how to zap out wolves yet.