Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

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.

"The Scourge. They're moving again. Vex saw them. A whole group of them, heading southeast, toward Karenthel." "They're going to attack the city," someone else said. "They're going to destroy it like they destroyed Millbrook." The panic that had been simmering beneath the surface of our carefully constructed routine suddenly boiled up. We'd spent the winter trying to pretend that we were building something, that we were preparing for a future. But the news that the Scourge was moving again, that the larger world was still being torn apart, was enough to shatter that delusion. Corvin called us together that evening. Vex was present, and Solace, and the two other soldiers who'd survived the ke

A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants. He looks simple, but not to be underestimated. Scar ran shadow rings and taught me everything I knew about fighting. Not the pretty girl life I always dreamt of, but I got used to it. I pull my hoodie over my short dark hair and stand up. "I'm heading out, Scar," I say, making my way out of the building. Someone has already pulled out the Blackthorn underdog from the ring. The dry patches of blood on the sand are the only hint that a fight has occurred, but even that will be cleared out, too.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

A designer gown concealing the bruises that mapped her body like a constellation of abuse. Luna Ashford. Lunar Princess. Daughter of the late Alpha King Theron and Queen Selene. Sister to four powerful Alphas. Prisoner. Her wolf stirred weakly in the back of her mind, a shadow of what she once was. Three years ago, she'd been strong, vibrant, ready to take on the world. Now she was barely a whisper. Suppressed by the "vitamins" Damon insisted she take daily. Weakened by constant psychological torture. Broken by the realization that no one was coming to save them.

Warriors bowed low as Draegon entered, his presence overwhelming the room like a storm. Draegon took his throne carved from a single slab of volcanic rock and raised one clawed hand. Silence fell instantly. His second-in-command, Varkon, stepped forward. “Alpha,” Varkon rumbled, “the scouts reported masked scents along the borders. We suspect a small infiltration party.” Draegon leaned forward, eyes glowing faint red. “And do you know who they are?” Varkon shook his head. “No, Alpha. Their scents were hidden too well.”

"We are yet to find out, but I suspect they're Black Scorpions." "Black Scorpions? Are you sure?" Stallion inquired. "Yes, well....I think so. Andre Scorpion is awake and he may have made a few calls. Who else would dare?" "I see. Alright... Sniper will gather so many men in no time. Backup should be here soon. For now, take cover, and I'll eliminate the threat." The underling retreated into the house and took cover beside Bryce, who Stallion had already instructed to find a hiding place.

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

Roho I step out my shower feeling refreshed, after getting dressed I plop down on my bed, there's so much to do, so much preparations we'd need to make for what's to come but my first hurdle would be to explain myself to others, I am certain that the Alpha will have to report it to the council what my findings are but I just hope he does it in a way that will not expose my affiliation with Witches and I don't want to drag Tabi into this, I already saw how things went down in the vision and I'm certain that they are still in hiding, although the current Alpha King may not know about what happened or the reason for the grudge against Witches he will most certainly still carry the disdain and

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,