Warriors Oc Creator Novels & Stories

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

This was the beginning of our end. I lift my eyes and stare across the calm water. Violence follows the Shadow Warriors. After their ships landed on Earth, the women left the men which catapulted the men to finally make the changes needed to keep them alive. They became farmers and fed humans instead of warring with them. The Warrior aliens had the physical characteristics to pull it off-blond hair, blue eyes, and enormous bodies that made them appear to be good corn-fed farm boys. The Warriors then married human women and began procreating much like their female counterparts. Males produced male offspring and females produced females. The males somehow raised their sons to be nonviolent pac

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?” Stanley chuckled, “yea, what makes you so special, Oscar?” Oscar slammed Stanley up against the wall before I could blink and they both laughed, “that.” I nodded, “nice visual, want to slow that down so even I can see it, that was lightning fast.” Oscar waved his hand nonchalantly, “Alpha is twice as fast, given the correct motivation,” they both looked at me then at one another shrugging.

“Yeah. How did you…?” “I saw it on your birthday card there.” He pointed to the card on the dresser. It had been signed by most of the pack and I was proud of it, feeling so accepted. I should have hidden it. I didn’t even think that it had my real name. “Clare was my mom’s name.” My heart stopped. “Oh… was it? What a coincidence…” “Miss Warrior… were you always a part of this pack?” “I… well… no…” “Which pack did you belong to before?”

I meet them on their way to the second site which is where the creatures escaped, I quite honestly feel some type of way that we had them, well one of them in our grasp and let them get away but what comforts me is knowing that even though that happened we were able to save the warrior, his human form has only a small scar on his face which I know would've been much worse had Roro not been there, he most likely would've been disfigured or worse, dead. " Ah, Alpha Teejan, you made it " " sorry for the delay Alpha Tyler " " hmm it's no problem, I'd like to speak to the warriors after we finish inspection on the border, I was also telling your Beta that you should think about cutting a few tree

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.