Warriors Shadowclan Novels & Stories

"I only see you with a pack of redhead goddesses." "Stop or I'll throw you to the lions. And, speaking of lions, it's time we entered the den."

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

Warriors shifting mid-stride, racing toward the sanctuary. The sacred grounds were on fire when we arrived. Shadow Clan members were everywhere. At least forty of them. Their red eyes glowed. Dark energy crackled around their hands. They were trying to break through the sanctuary doors. The ancient wolf inside was their target. "Protect the sanctuary!" I roared through the pack link. My warriors crashed into the Shadow Clan. Teeth and claws met dark magic. I tore through two Shadow Clan members immediately. Their dark forms dissolved into ash. But more came. They kept coming.

That was why he was here at the shaman’s sanctuary. Every werewolf pack from the very first one has always had a shaman, witch, oracle, or diviner, as the case may be. Different packs had different names for their wielders of the supernatural arts. However, the Blue Moon pack had always had a shaman for as long as Dean could remember. As a kid, Dean had found her alone on a fateful day in the forest near the sanctuary, picking strange flowers. He had offered to help, being the friendly kid he was, and she had promised to tell him a little about his future in return for his help.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

she was opening them and the smell of apple in the summer was hitting him hard. Damn it, he cursed under his breaths before he was informing his warriors to hold on as he will be coming their way. He was looking at the beautiful princess, his princess before he was changing the direction of his run before he was running toward the incident that has been reported to him. It has been a long time since there was an incident around the Shadow Pack community for they were protected by the UN and the government of Cyprus Island. He was running on his four paws before he was sniffing around for the scent of blood but his wolf would only focus on the scent of apple right now.

He hadn’t noticed her because he is looking intently towards the direction that all those present were doing as well. Amarah noticed that all of the pack members are clamoring to take a good look of the pack that just arrived inside their territory. The pack that all thought no longer existed in the wolf-dom. She watched as the pack, majority of them with white fur filled the territory with their strong aura. Their gait, their sizes, and the strength they are projecting. The White Shadow Pack just sealed their name as Warriors of the North. She could not be prouder from the family and pack that she came from.

Even though it was late at night, she had no worries for her cousin because werewolves were known to roam at such times, especially when the moon was full. She was about to return to sleep when she noticed a shiny object on the table, resting on a cushion. It was her crown. She sighed as she pondered the responsibilities that will befall her as the new queen of their tribe starting tomorrow. (Flashback) Werewolves were cheerfully celebrating the Queen's 108th birthday in the large yard of her home in the heart of the woodland of Montgomery. Aside from the moonlight, lanterns hung from trees, poles, and banners provided additional illumination to the dark surroundings.

to train with the best and those who pass all of the tests in six months will become an official warrior that patrols and guards our pack village and city which is surrounded by the forest boarders, the deep forest is widely known for its unmerciful rogues that like to attempt to capture and kill pack wolves. If we pass, we also have the chance to take on extensive training and move up to be Palace guards, which is an honorable and very respected position, they guard the Alpha and Luna, their daughter Florence and future Alpha Layton which was my best friend Dakota’s dream, mine was just to be a skilled warrior like my dad. I've been waiting for this moment ever since I was little when I fir

My wolves name is Ara. The leader of the pack is called Alpha, who is the most dangerous and most powerful of all. He protects his pack. His mate is Luna of the pack, she takes care of everyone. Then there is Beta and Beta female, who is second in command to Alpha. Then Gamma and Gamma female, they are third in command to Alpha. Then there are Warriors, who fight in the wars. After them, are the Deltas and then us, the Omegas. We are assigned duties for the pack.