Novel & Cerita Warriors Outcast

"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

Lena looked at me, her brow furrowed. "You recognize him?" she asked. I nodded, a bitter taste filling my mouth. "That's my cousin," I spat, the words laced with venom. "He must be a traitor, then," Lena growled, pushing herself up. "Hey, you! Aren't you ashamed to be fighting your own blood?" she challenged him. Lysander let out a chilling, maniacal laugh. "Grab them both!" he commanded. The men dismounted and surged towards us. I scanned my surroundings, assessing the situation before engaging. Without a weapon, and feeling my strength wane, I shifted into my wolf form again. But an earth-shattering kick from Lysander sent me flying across the clearing.

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

If I don't meet my mate, I have to wait. Twice a year, all mateless/wolfless wolves go on "the hunt." We gather at the center of the world, which is called Outcast. It is where all the wolves who are rejected or mateless live. At Outcast, there is no fighting. It is neutral ground available for those who need it. So enemy packs are forbidden from fighting there. Everyone is there with one goal in mind, to find our match made specifically for us.

' 'True… I think you’re going to be the main attraction today. It kicks off again. Daxton steps forward, strips all the way down, and walks to the arena before shifting. Liam strips by his chair and shifts too — his wolf is massive, dark brown. Daxton’s is a light grey. Both are big and strong, classic ranked warrior builds. They circle, then launch at each other at the same time.

They would help defend each other’s packs, territories, families, whatever was needed when you were a guest of that Alpha. When a claim was made in the proper manner and through the proper channels, then there would be no interference, but with no claim made, it could mean war. Outcasts rarely fought for the Alpha seat because they simply weren’t strong enough, but a whole pack of outcasts could oust an Alpha.

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.

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."

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