Warriors Oc Generator Novels & Stories

I ask. “You do.” Gregory said quickly. “You are going to work together to take down a gang of Rogues that have infiltrated the inner city.” The warriors looked at each other in surprise. Gregory set us up in what he lovingly called his “war room”. It was just a massive conference room filled with computers, maps, and wall to wall dry erase boards. The warriors took their places around the table and we spent the next several hours coming up with a plan of attack. The warriors knew each other so well that their ideas flowed together like a well-oiled machine.

I could pass as a stalker right now! In a few seconds, I opened my MacBook and was scrolling through the internet trying to find something, anything that proves Kian is the founder of the company. Consistently, I saw Beta Paul posing as the CEO in all events including the last event. “He must be hell bent on keeping his identity a mystery!” I muttered staring at Beta Paul’s image. Probably I should pay some blogs to publish an exclusive about his hidden identity. Tomorrow news headlines will blow up with, Kiantrix Tech was founded by a werewolf Alpha! #Werewolves exist!#

"Thank you, Goth." "This confrontation is making us insomniacs." Goth smiled, grimacing. "But until we've defeated the hunters, we can't rest with that shadow chasing us." "That's true." I corroborated. I hated hunters so much, the thought of them made me nauseous. My duty was to fight anyone who threatened our herd. The hunters had started a war against us. I straightened up to drink the coffee my brother had brought me. He was holding a map. "I have the location of one of the hunters' camps in the West. They have many Omegas there." Goth said.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”