Warriors Outcast Novels & Stories

“You had nearly four years to apologize. Why now?” He lifted his head and drew a deep breath. “My apology was honest, but… I indeed had a reason to clear this… situation between us.” He nervously shifted to the edge of his seat. “I believe there's a war coming, and only those with many strong allies will survive.” I drank from my glass, keeping my expression as blank as possible. “War? War… against who?” “The outcasts… renegades, or whatever they call themselves,” he said.

“I’ll do anything! Please don’t—” His words turned into an agonizing scream as I pressed the glowing brand to the side of his neck. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as he writhed on the floor. I pulled the brand away, leaving an angry red “W” seared into his skin. Jake stood, his face sour. “You’re hereby stripped of your prospect status and banished from Warriors territory. If we ever see your face around here again, you won’t get off so easy. Understand?”

"Are you expecting me to believe that I'm a half-witch? Do you know what my pack would do if they found out?" "I know they'd kill you," he said. "How would you even know?" I ask, my voice rising with anger. "Because I am one and there are several others in my pack are also witch-werewolf hybrids. You will receive your witch powers and then you will change into your werewolf." "Who are you?" "This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are."

She would always take the stance that she was a warrior first and would lead her people from the front lines. When the alarm sounded, Antony would go to Fort Knox and lead our warriors from his cameras. He would be our eyes from every post around the compound. The Demon faction would close all the shops and take up positions around the compound. The coven’s warriors had all been divided up and would all move to their own sectors and defend their posts. The gates would lock down and magically seal, only allowing selected people out, but no one was permitted entrance until the threat was defeated and the sirens were turned off. The warriors that roamed the outer perimeter would continue to kee

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.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."

And more importantly, he didn't have time for a war. "We’re heading deeper into the Black Shadow Forest to find the Red Viper," Travis said, forcing his voice to remain steady. "We’re in a hurry. If we’ve disturbed your peace, we apologize, but we are passing through." The man laughed again, a dry, rasping sound. "Pass through? You’ve finally reached the toe of the Black Shadow Forest, Alpha. You aren't just passing through our home." Travis realized then who these people were. These were the rogue clans, the wolves who had been exiled decades ago for crimes, bloodlust, or simply refusing to follow the laws of the great packs. They had built their own world in the dark.

I been trying to let all of it go but seems to keep resurfacing back to my mind. Instead of dwelling on it, I did something about it. I cry for a few days then I pick myself up. I decided to make a change in my life, and that when I join the warriors group. The group was call “Dangerous Shield” the group was created a few years back by my father. What we do is help with the pack with have alliance with help with rouge problems. We are well-known to the point that packs in other countries wants to hire us. I’m happy to be part of this group I learn a lot from everyone.

"Don't do anything stupid." He's my world, and I can't lose him. "I'll try." Our alone time is over, and we need to get moving. The Warriors split into four groups seamlessly, and the first two units head to their positions. The outpost is built at the base of Fremont Peak. It's one of the San Francisco Peaks located north of what was once Flagstaff, Arizona, a small college town. The town is a wasteland now, and if anything could be scavenged, it was done long ago.