Warriors Outcast Novels & Stories

But in this pack, I am simply the mistake. While Orest, my eldest brother, was groomed to lead the warriors, and Kaelith was brought in to be the true female Alpha the pack deserved, I was the Omega, a biological glitch who couldn’t even shift. I wasn’t treated like a daughter; I was treated like a slave who happened to share their DNA. “Look at her,” I heard a girl whisper from the sidelines. “Still scrubbing. It’s a miracle she’s even allowed to share the same air as Kaelith.”

"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.

"Put him in a death stasis using Cassian's magic. She was going to let the spell lock permanently. Keep him trapped forever while she opened the Lycan Vault." "The vault is a myth." "No, it's not." A new voice from the doorway. Everyone turned. A scarred warrior stood there, his face covered in old claw marks. Behind him, fifteen more wolves. "Who are you?" Jetstar demanded. "Dax. From the Outcast Lands." The warrior stepped inside. "And these are wolves you exiled over the past three years. Every single one of us was banished because we refused Arlene's orders. Orders she gave through Damoew while he was under compulsion."

The Warriors’ Roar A cluster of young warriors celebrated openly, their voices echoing across the field. “Did you feel it?” one barked, chest swelling. “The bond! The strength of it! With her beside him, Troy cannot be beaten.” Their laughter and howls rang like a war-drum. They beat their fists against their chests, invigorated, ready to follow wherever Troy and Daisy led. The Skeptics’ Whisper But not all hearts rejoiced. In the shadow of the barracks, whispers slithered like venom. “So it’s true,” one wolf muttered bitterly. “He beds the Masked Alpha and now we’re supposed to believe she was our savior all along?”

All I want is to go home. My wolf is feeling the strain too. He’s been itching to go home, but the last twelve hours had been a nightmare. His persistent clawing at my insides is making me more and more irrational and irritable. “All active warriors. West border. Three incoming” blares across my mind-link from our lead warrior. I heave a sigh and lock eyes with Kai. I down the last of my whiskey. “We’re off duty man. Leave it. Three rogues can be handled without us” he chips, leaning back in his chair.

Warriors staggered, some dropping to one knee as the tremors rippled outward. “What the—” someone shouted. Then they came. From beneath the sand, hands burst through the surface. Then arms. Then bodies. Rogues. Thousands of them. They clawed their way up from the earth like demons rising from hell, red eyes glowing, lips pulled back in snarls that dripped with hunger and madness. The air filled with growls, howls, the stench of bloodlust so thick it made my wolf slam against my chest. Solomon stood still, his posture ready for battle. “Formation!”

The sun hangs low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of blood and fire. I stand at the edge of the rogue camp, watching sixty outcasts prepare for a battle most of them won't survive. They check weapons, tighten armor, say quiet goodbyes to friends who might become corpses by nightfall. Nobody questions why they're risking their lives for a pack that would kill them on sight. Maybe because outcasts understand better than anyone what it means to fight for something bigger than themselves.

he growled, motioning for the Warriors to move in and restrain the criminals, but in a flash, Eric shifted, attacking the closest group of Warriors in his path to freedom. The remaining traitors fell, cowering on their knees, but the commotion grew as Eric fought with all his might to escape. A handful of his Warriors joined him, upholding their oath to protect their Alpha. Once Dainin was sure Tessa was not in danger, he shifted and joined the fight. Tables were strewn across the room as the sound of gnashing teeth and growls filled the air, but the Warriors blocked Dainin’s path and his eyes grew wide when he saw Eric’s human form make it to the door.

Alpha Dax was in his office, in the Alpha Mansion. Beta Brock was with him. Dax opened the letter slowly. He read the content twice. He handed the letter to his Beta. Brock read it. Twice. Dax stared at the top of his desk. Brock stared at the carpet beneath the desk. The door opened, without a single knock, and six Lightmoon warriors knelt, on one knee, before their Alpha. “Send us, Alpha,” the one in the front of the kneeling shifters declared loudly. Brock’s eyes drifted to them. Dax’s gaze remained on the table.