Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

They had barely urged the horses forward when the wind shifted… and with it, something primal settled over the land. We all felt it. A growl, low and thunderous, rumbled through the air like a storm on the horizon. Every warrior froze. I turned in my saddle, already tensing, and then I saw him. A rogue stepped out from the edge of the brush. No, not just any rogue. He was massive. Towering, muscle stacked on muscle, with scars crisscrossing his body like war tattoos. His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne.

He mouthed a silent thank you before the light in his eyes vanished forever and his body went limp against mine. Behind me, the other two bitten scouts had fully transformed. Their screams were inhuman, a twisted song of bone-snapping agony and predatory lust. They lunged at the group of warriors gathered at the tent entrance, their silver daggers flashing. Kaelen was a whirlwind of black steel, his movements a blur of lethal grace as he and his Black Wolves drove them back. They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins.

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 scarred rogue's eyes glinted with feral intensity, and his scarred visage twisted into a snarl. Another warrior, with swift and calculated moves, engaged a rogue on the flank. Her dual blades gleamed in the moonlight as she skillfully parried the rogue's advances. Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors.

one of the Warriors muttered quietly, thinking it was just for show. Kyler's boot slammed into the Warrior's chest before the words were even finished. His eyes went ice-cold. "Say that again." The Warrior doubled over and gasped in pain, and the others scrambled to pull him away. Zoe Carter, Kyler's lead Warrior who had served him for years, spoke cautiously, "Alpha Kyler, could she... have been taken by a Rogue? There have been more and more Rogue sightings near our territory lately. They specifically target wolves whose souls haven't awakened and take them to remote packs to experiment on them."

The warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, muscles coiled like springs. From the shadows stepped a figure — gaunt, cloaked in tattered leather, eyes wild yet clear. “I am the scout you seek,” the figure said hoarsely, voice trembling with fatigue and fear. “The enemy grows stronger. They are not merely men or beasts… but something far older and darker.” Elara’s breath caught as the scout recounted a tale of a hidden force, ancient and malevolent, rising beneath the surface of their lands — a force that thrived on their division, feeding on despair and chaos.

“But now it’s right overhead.” Rowan exhaled slowly. “The Sovereign presence,” he muttered. Elara shook her head. “No. I refuse to become some legend dragged out of old stone walls.” Rowan met her gaze steadily. “You don’t get to refuse what you are.” Those words landed harder than any blow she’d taken in training. A horn blasted from the western tower. Scout. Urgent. A warrior sprinted toward them. “Alpha! Multiple Alphas approaching under truce markings. Silver Fang among them.”

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

She asks as she walks to where I stand. “The Scourage is made up of a fleet of rogue galactic species,” I state, exiting the shuttle as I make my way down the stairs. “There are Dream Guardians, Shapeshifters, Reptile Warriors, and a Dark Oracle that feeds off your pain.” I come to a stop as we reach the bottom of the stairs. I wait for her as she picks up her other shoe and slips it over her foot. “Fifty earla years ago, a war was waged against the Scourage and Kindreds. The Dream Guardians were luring our females out of their homes and onto their crafts, promising them a cure to make them fertile again. Upon their arrival on the Scourages craft, the females were separated into two groups.