Warriors Outcast Novels & Stories

the scarred female warrior screamed, her voice a fierce, defiant battle-cry. The fifty high outcasts slammed their iron-rimmed shields forward, meeting the obsidian wall with a deafening, metallic crash that shook the valley walls. The battle turned into an absolute slaughterhouse of steel and shadow. The outcasts fought with a disciplined, desperate loyalty that defied their rogue status. They used short swords and silver-rimmed daggers, slipping beneath the long, awkward reach of the halberds to slice through the vulnerable leather joints of the Shadow-Claw armor.

Farrah, the eldest of them all and the one member of the council that I think is a bit reasonable asked. "As we are informed and like how you ordered, Northridge Alpha and Mountain Peak Alpha agreed on fighting a war against the rebel group called Outcast." "And what happened?" Vin, the second oldest of the five and the one member of the council that is my least favorite. "Alpha Travis led his pack in invading the Outcasts hideout a day before the war." "And?" Vin pressed while his fingers were under his chin. "And they were ambushed on their way there. Alpha Travis informed me that there is a traitor from his pack and tipped their plan to the rebel group. Because of this, half of the soldie

A low growl instantly rumbled through the warriors surrounding us. My father stood a little apart from the others, silent and still, flanked by several of his most powerful head warriors. He said nothing, but his aura said everything; one wrong move from the opposing pack, and he would not hesitate. “A-Alpha Conrad refuses to allow me inside the territory so I can speak with you,” Ned explained carefully. “Because ungrateful wolves are not welcome in my territory!” our father snapped coldly. The Ravencrest warriors bristled at the insult, a few of them baring their fangs instinctively. Our own warriors immediately responded with warning growls, ready to attack the second Father gave the orde

The riders had strange tattoos on their faces, their half-wolf, half-human features stark and proud. Behind them marched creatures I'd only ever read about in forbidden texts: winged humanoids, scaled beast-men, and figures so shrouded in shadow-black cloaks they were nothing but shapes. "What... what kind of army is this?" a soldier stammered. "A rabble of mongrels and exiles," Lukas sneered, but I saw his hand drift toward the hilt of his sword. "They only know how to put on a show." "Kristina, how much did you pay for these mercenaries?" Lyla mocked, her voice loud enough for all to hear. "They look intimidating, but they're still just a mob."

Ropes dropped from the side doors, and men in heavy black armor began to slide down. "Isaac, now!" Rowan barked into his radio. From the trees, the outcasts launched their first attack. They didn't use guns. They used the traps Rowan had taught them to build. Large logs tied with thick vines swung from the branches, smashing into the mercenaries before they could even unhook their ropes. Boulders, piled high on the slopes, were kicked loose, tumbling down like a rocky tidal wave. The sound of shouting and gunfire filled the air, but the fog made everything look like a ghostly dance. The mercenaries were confused. Their high-tech goggles were struggling with the chemical mist Julian had creat

he had said to me as we jogged down the street. “What’s an outcast?” I asked him but I guessed it’s what it meant, an outcast just like you would get in society or high school or college. I asked him anyway. “My pack got taken over by another Alpha, I refused to sign allegiance to the new Alpha and I was kicked out and banned from ever going back to Massachusetts. I came to California and ended up in Fresno, got the audition with Marcus and I’ve been working for him ever since,” Josh said to me.

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.

someone yells. Horns blast through the night. Warriors spill out of their tents, grabbing weapons, shifting into action, running. At the forefront, Damian's already transformed into his wolf form, his dark fur blending into the shadows. The rogues crash into our line like a relentless wave. Suddenly, the first injured start arriving before I’m even prepared. A warrior stumbles into the tent, his arm missing below the elbow, blood streaming down his side, soaking the ground. I grab him, pressing my hands to the stump.

"We heard about the outcasts near your border." Morgan sank into the chair, his expression grim. "They have been Outcast lurking for weeks. Two days ago, one of them tried to snatch a pup. We caught him before he got far, but..." He trailed off, his jaw tight. Daxon leaned forward, all business now. "We will send warriors to reinforce your patrols. We can not let this escalate." Relief flashed across Morgan's face. "Thank you. And congratulations on finding your Mate. That is a rare blessing."

We press Logan's number and listen to the rings impatiently. "Hello," Logan answers sounding slightly worried. "Our mates are in danger. We will be there soon. Get your warriors ready. Karina said they are bombing Outcast," we managed to growl before hanging up. Logan will have questions, but we don't have any answers for him, and being asked will send us over the edge. We know his worry will match our own and he deserves more information, but we have none. "Outcast is being bombed and we need to get there. First, we will meet up with Alpha Logan. The combined force is good since our numbers are so few. We need to leave now," we growl and the unmasked warriors nod.