Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

Shinsin and Kuro emerged from the cover of the trees, scanning the area for the fallen Vurhan. The battlefield wreaked blood and bile as guts and body parts scattered all over the mud. Yet it was still raging, the fight was far from over. Both the armies fought like there was no tomorrow. They were all willing to lay down their lives to secure victory. “A vurhan and the dark bender working together. I never thought I would see the day. One thing I know is that the keepers of the covenant and the Vurhans are sole enemies, and no matter the situation, one would never be willing to work with the other. I am guessing you are not fighting me willingly, are you… dark bender?”

And I stood in the center of it all, feeling the war tilt. The second wave came before dawn. Not shadow-creatures this time. But wolves, in dozens. More than the surgical unit from the council. These wore the insignia openly. They did not bother with subtlety. The first horn blast from the outer watchtower cut through the early morning haze. “Eastern breach!” a scout shouted. Marcus rose inside me instantly with no hesitation, no questions. ‘Let me,’ he said. I did not argue. The shift tore through me faster than thought.

Kieran asks, his voice very quiet. “Ambushed,” the scout chokes out. “At the gorge. Mercenaries. They didn’t leave anyone standing. I saw the smoke and the bodies.” He dry-heaves. Kieran goes still. Ten warriors. The ten young ones who left at noon. “Marcus,” Kieran says. “Sir.” Marcus is already moving. “Assemble the strike team. First squad. Fast mounts.” “Kieran,” I say, pushing off the pillar. He ignores me. “Heavy armor and healers on the second wave. We ride in five minutes.”

“Where is that pathetic whelp hiding? Curse his bloodline! Trevor has been actively concealing his pathetic frame inside a female shield-guard’s den?!” The lead warrior roared into the space, his voice echoing off the stone walls, “Trevor has directly crossed the boundaries of our Alpha warlord, and our blades command an absolute executive order to permanently terminate his lifeforce!” Trevor was struck with such immense, paralyzing terror that he violently hurled the entertainment scroll completely across the floor, scrambling his physical mass entirely behind my defensive frame while his throat released a frantic shriek, “Paige, your claws must deploy supreme protection to secure my flesh!

James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group. The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation. Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation. Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them. Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect. Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army. Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?”

Omar grabbed Megan to himself as soon as he heard his name and raised his head. It wasn't his father who had called, it was him, Taheem, the head of the Sheikh's guards. He stood menacingly, one hand on the hilt of the sword that hung on his waist and the other hand by his side in a fist. His gurtha flapped wildly around his head, disturbed by the desert harsh winds. Omar eyed him, his presence was never a good sign, nothing about him was a good sign.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

The pack realized that they had been ambushed, and soon, there were warriors at the entrance to their pack. I gave the order, and my warriors launched at them. It was a fierce battle, but my warriors were well-trained; I watched for a while as my warriors were taking down theirs. Then I sighted the alpha of the Ravenmoon pack; I had held a grudge against him for a long time, and now it was time to get my revenge. I launched at him and gave him a tear in his chest. He also charged at me in an attempt to give me a blow, but I was quick enough to dodge.