Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

Logan continued. "But among all these, there is a greater evil, the one who makes and controls all rogue vampires and creatures. One without a rule, neither werewolf or vampire, he is The Scourge. We bring him down, we restore peace. But it's definitely not going to be easy." Logan said. As soon as possible, you're going to be given your first mission. I've received a new Intel that The Scourge wants to run for governor". Logan said and the meeting lost it's serenity.

“The public display… the hybrid shockwave Leo unleashed during the feast… the magic was so dense it ripped through the atmospheric veil. Every rogue faction, every rival pack within three thousand leagues felt the awakening of a god-class heir.” I swung my legs off the bed, ignoring the sharp protest of my healing muscles as I stood to my full, towering height. “Give me a number, Jaxon. Who is marching?” The scout looked up, his lips trembling as he delivered the death warrant of our fragile new beginning. “An alliance of five rival packs, Alpha. Led by the Blood-Scourge syndicate. They aren't marching to negotiate or raid. They have raised the black war banners. A force of over ten thousand

We all rush out to the front of the house and see warriors running toward the forest, meeting up with—who I can only assume—are the rogues. “Alpha Warrick!” The rogue leader named Crow, the one I remember from the festival, rushes toward us with two other rogues behind him. They carry bodies and drop them in front of us. Warrick looks back at Colt. “Are these men from your pack?” Colt looks at them, and he and I both nod. I recognize them too. “There are more of them!” a warrior shouts, running out of the forest. “We caught a few others at the border!” another says.

Even the home Nathan and I had shared as Luna and Alpha of the Moonbeam Pack couldn’t compare to this. A tight knot twisted in my stomach at the thought of Nathan. I pushed the memory of him aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. I followed the sound of voices down the hall and approached a large, open room; the heat of a conversation caught my attention. “You need to stop running from this, Favian!” An older man’s voice said, firm and impatient. “You are the Alpha of the Furbloom Pack. It’s time for you to take a mate.” I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. The Furbloom Pack?

My good hand shook like a sieve as I raised it, blocking the scan, palm open like I could stop light with flesh. “They think they can contain him.” My voice came out low, lethal, cracked at the edges. “Let them watch us prove them wrong.” Outside, the first howl of the Northern vanguards echoed through the shafts—not recognition, not worship—but the hunger of an army. “The harvest begins at dawn,” the Council feed droned. I tightened my grip on Leo, the gold-flecked promise of the White Wolf burning in the air between us. “The war is here,” I whispered to the dark.

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Renee" I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

Scar sat beside Aria as she peeled the orange, arranging them on a plate beside her. “So you're getting married tomorrow” Aria asked still not understanding the rush behind the whole wedding. “Yes ma” Aria raised her eyebrow, did Scar just answer her ma,what parallel universe is this. “Why the rush,you are not fully healed, mentally, physically, psychologically and you are jumping into marriage” Aria seemed clearly worried,indeed she came with alot of baggages.

said Hugo, both of them was being careful with their every move, their were bears and mountain lions in forests too but they didn't possessed threat like barbarians, Hugo had fought Barbarians in many battles he knows their tactic, for Hugo Barbarians were not smart they was just animals. It wasn't much late when Hugo saw some curiosity arising in Athen's facial expression, "What's wrong" asked Hugo looking at Athen, "I wanted to know about the patch of yours and that scar on your arm" said Athen quietly as if he was struggling to decide whether to ask or not, Hugo laughed pointing at his eye patch he said "It's embarassing but I hurted myself, I tripped and hurted the left eye with my sword

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

I don't believe that this is fate, this is a fucking war! I immediately followed him and then grabbed his arms. I don't fucking care if everyone see us, especially me, being a beast! "He--hey, Miss! Don't run after me! I don't know that this is your company," he explained. I scoffed. "Oh, really? Then what the fuck are you doing here, huh? Stealing my company?" "I'm not the one who wants your company, Miss! It's my colleague!" My forehead creased. "Who?"