Warriors Outcast Novels & Stories

I have seen many wolves beg for their lives. I have seen warriors cry. I have seen traitors swear loyalty when a blade touched their throat. You know what fear smells like? It is sharp. It is bitter. It is easy to read. The Omega lying on my land did not smell like fear. He smelled tired. Not just his body,. His soul. I mind-linked the warriors who were approaching. They went back to wherever they were coming from. “Austin Gray,” I said quietly, repeating his name as he lay on the ground before me.

To our surprise, it was the same new breed of wolves that we fought off on the island. Our warriors managed to chase most of the away. After confirming that Darius was ok I took a moment to exhale. It was at that moment that I felt a light scratch on my forearm. “Ouch!” I snapped. Before I could react. One of the rogues sped off quickly, the warriors tried to stop him. Sadly, the others put themselves as a diversion for him to escape. They were dealt with, yet he had long gone. I nursed the scar in my hand. It was a light injury, though it still drew out a little shed of blood.

one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

Willow. You’re just a bargaining chip. You were created for this purpose only. You are worthless. Willow was lost in thought again, staring through the glass windows of Zephyr Prime. The droids were doing surprisingly well against the harbingers, with their Tachyon cannons and guns, but in some places the stronger harbingers were too hard to beat. He closed his eyes and tried to block the voice in his head that repeated those three lines over and over. He wasn’t useless. He was strong, and he was going to prove it. To the Unnamed, to his friends, and to the world.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

“I’ll go help them finish off the last of them. Heal him, Anna.” “Jake,” I growled, wanting to fight alongside my packmates too. This wasn’t just an empty, meaningless war anymore. We had to protect Anna. Jake shifted into his dark brown wolf and looked back at me.“What?”he asked through the mind link. “Be careful. They’re strong, and they have weapons.”

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

She rose to her feet, her body trembling not from fear this time but clarity. They were right. She had come farther than any other non-wolf ever dared. The guards had warned her she’d go blind or mad. And yet, here she was. Alive. Whole. And something inside her was stirring. Maybe… just maybe… she wasn’t who she thought she was. Maybe she wasn’t an outcast. Maybe the pack had cast her out because they feared what she might become. “I’m… one of them,” she whispered. “I have wolf blood.”