Warriors Outcast Novels & Stories

whatever sharp moves the warriors remembered were employed to take down our enemies. My moves were swift and my attacks were with precision as I killed to defend the territory I swore by blood to protect. I had one intention and that was to kill these bastards for trespassing on my territory and antagonizing my people. The ritual worked out on time for the attack. I wondered what would have happened if Carly hadn't stepped in for the ritual. The Outlanders would have spoiled my pack and left it in ruins, killing our men and taking our women and children for their underground business.

Mary waved a hand and turned to enter the house. The five remaining warlocks of the Wyatt clan knew that with their ridiculously limited number, they didn’t stand a chance against the Stanwood Pack and their Ojah freak. Their strategy, therefore, had been to recruit rogues and witches to help them fight. Rogues were werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly.

I worked my ass off, every evening I went to the lake far in the forest to rest just like today but mostly because my wolf had been restless for days, just when I thought it was time to go, I heard a snap of a twig making me freeze. I didn't know the basics of fighting or defense since we don't do that in the orphanage, their main goal was for us to live a normal life outside the orphanage gate. I slowly stood up in all four paws and saw the most beautiful man ever standing just a few meters away from me. He was only in his shorts and his upper body exposed to me, oh god. “So you're the one invading my secret spot and leaving your scent behind.” What is he talking about? I thought but I didn

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.

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

Oscar screams. We can feel the magical power disappear from our boundaries. We know that the dark witches have given up. I walk out of the bushes with my warriors. I know Oscar will have this best warrior with him. I know they are not a match for my warriors. As we appear out of the bushes, Oscar and his warriors look at us with hate. There is only one of them that I do not want to kill, and that is Morris, who helped me escape.

After ten years of relentless effort, I made a new life for myself in foreign territory. When I fell from that cliff, a branch caught my clothes. I didn't die. A lone wolf named Tarun, who was tracking at the foot of the mountain, rescued me. When he heard what I'd been through, he was heartbroken. He helped me erase my old pack scent and took me across the Great Waters. Tarun's bloodline ruled vast territories, and under his protection, I started over from scratch—slowly rising to become the Alpha female of the empire I now led.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.