Warriors Outcast Novels & Stories

Claw’s POV Standing in front of forty to fifty recruits, I observe them with my hands on my waist and a rueful grin on my face. I notice a few imbeciles, twarts, little fuckers. Easy to form into warriors with little time. One of those imbeciles pokes his hand in his nose, taking it into his mouth right after. Real warrior material, these lots. I clear my throat, loud enough to get their attention. “Alright, listen up, mutts!” I bark as I walk in front of them with my arms folded behind my back. “You think you’re wolves? You’re not. You’re puppies who still piss on the floor and cry for mama."

That’s how strong the Outcast was. Most of the Outcast members were human experiments that were rescued by Shadow and understood her at the spiritual level. It was safe to say that the victory was for them the moment they raised their weapons and wielded their powers. “We have managed to isolate the Kings into the inner garden, as what the Holiness demanded us to.” “Thank you.” Eagle put on the creepy smiley mask on her face. “We also manage to obtain the leaders of Royal and Grand.” Pink ended her brief report in an instant.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

he replies, taunting me, and still, his steel eyes hold my own, defying me to respond. My anger boils to the surface, a raging force ready to tear him down from the pedestal he placed himself. "Why don't you come and find out," I snap, holding his gaze. Ryan inhales sharply. Challenging an alpha is a serious matter; no one does it lightly. A fight between an alpha and a member is a battle for the title. The loser becomes a rogue- a werewolf with no pack, cast aside, unable to ever return to the pack's system. The rogue also bears the mark of the disgraced, a scratch made by the alpha's claws on the left side of the face.

he grunted a reply. “We are going to rally up some warriors from the clan and we are invading the wizards’ territory on full moon. No one comes to attack the great Alpha of the Autumn pack and goes scot free.” Calhoun boasted with pride while looking at Sara. She was the real reason for his plan to attack them. He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again.

After finding out, soon the chief started to shoot right straight at the vampire but its speed is so impressive that even it can able to dodge bullets so fine than escape so hard. And after leaving his friend, the vampire escaped from that place by attacking the chief, and the teenage boy who was caught by the vampire talks to the chief with pain, “Sir, please help me and stop my friend”. Then the chief asks that teenage boy, “What’s your name, Kid?” And the teenager answers him, “Yamori Sugawara” Then the chief tells him, “Ok, Yamori just get back to the top and find my junior”. After saying it, Yamori started to run even though he lost so much blood and strength to run, and while he was ge

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

"No. It means we do not leave anyone behind. Listen up here, Silent because I don't want to repeat myself. I may have been against you working with us at the start. I still am but for the time being, you are one of us. You are an Outcast, and we Outcasts help one another. So lead the way. You and the rest of the team can fight in front. I'll cover us from the rear." I stare at an exhausted, slouching QuickShot who is using her bow as more of a walking stick than an actual bow. I look her in the eyes, and then in the eyes of the other threes. "As a knight," SpeedBlade says, stepping forth. "I am to give my life to my fellow warrior." "As an elf," JumpStart goes on, raising his hand. "Well, we

Tim says as he paces forward towards me. I continue to step back as the warriors stand with me moving in front of me. As quickly as they are there, they are surrounded by three rogues each. With the wolfsbane in their systems, they are unable to shift, and I watch in despair as the rogues destroy the two warriors in front of my eyes.

On the other side lay the wasteland Fenris had created through his own hubris—a landscape of gray dust and skeletal branches that rattled like teeth in the wind. I stood at the center of the bridge that spanned the Dividing River. The water below was black and sluggish on the Silver Crest side, but as it flowed beneath my feet, it sparkled with the iridescent clarity of Kaelen’s alchemy. Behind me stood my legion. They were no longer the gaunt, trembling refugees who had crawled into my ravine. They were the Vanguard of the Outcasts. Dressed in boiled leather and shadow-fur, their eyes held a terrifyingly calm light. They didn't growl or snap; they stood with the disciplined silence of those