Warriors Stormfur Novels & Stories

Venn turned to Lily and whispered, "That tornado wasn't yours to make, Lily." Lily nodded, she knew she didn't have the talent to do such a thing. And Amity turned to her master again, her eyes filled with worry. Because a person who created such a large tornado from the sky must have a tremendous amount of power. In this whole wolf kingdom, it could only be him and the wolf king – Elias' father. "Unexpected, right?" Douglas looked at Elias sarcastically at his shock. Lily pointed to the sky, stammering, “ Have… you made it?”

I began calmly, folding my hands before me, “no other pack must know I am here.” His expression did not change, but I knew he was listening carefully. “During my banishment, I did not waste my time grieving,” I continued. “I gathered rogues—broken wolves. The Warriors cast aside. I gave them structure. Purpose. I ruled them. They are loyal to me—loyal beyond fear. Strong. Angry. Useful.” His brows lifted slightly. “They were the ones who helped me capture Aurora the first time.” He straightened immediately. “Wait,” he cut in sharply. “You were the one who took Aurora?”

But neither Storm nor I felt any of those things. ‘He’s the one,’ she confirmed. ‘That flame inside of him is his humanity. Somehow, someway, he held onto enough of it that it’s repairing itself.’ This demon wasn’t here to harm us. He was here to fight with us. Storm was truly an amazing warrior. She wasn’t just a wolf when she fought but was fire given purpose. Her movements were fluid and devastating. Her instincts guided each move that she made. Each strike was honed by centuries of fighting.

Seeing stern yellow hawk eyes pass by my face I snorted at him while the remaining Frost Warriors grew more frightened. Lark passed by me again but this time his long fingers traced underneath my chin as he passed causing me to close my eyes and hum in satisfaction. “ENOUGH!” A deep voice bellowed, startling me. Turning my head to the stern voice, my eyes widened as I saw the large, white-haired man stepping out from the trees. The remaining warriors lowered their heads while I stood straighter. “Frost, your highness, we weren't expecting you,” the biggest warrior stammered.

Blood stained the clearing, a crimson proof of the fight for survival. Draven, a whirlwind of silver fur and sharp teeth, moved like a predator, each strike a testament to his honed skills, each growl a chilling reminder of his might. He cut through the enemy ranks, a beacon of hope for the Howling Wind pack, a storm of fury against the darkness. Asher, a loyal wolf, moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes never leaving his target. He fought with the precision of an expert, his claws a blur of deadly accuracy.

however, badly wounded and about to die, he was dragged down the river that took him to an untouchable forest known as the forbidden cold forest, the warrior didn't know who took him out of the water but when he woke up with the little strength he still had, he entered the forbidden forest. The warrior named Hatem heard the legend of the protector of that forest, a wolf spirit, which was not a common wolf-like another, it was a gigantic animal black as coal and eyes like silver, that wolf was called snow fang, not because of the color of his fur, that's for sure, but because with each step, he took all around him froze as if it was the cold winter but curiously the spirit will preserve the l

What I want doesn't matter at the end of the day. He reared back, leaning off me as though I'd slapped him. "You think because I've taken you, that it doesn't matter?" I tilted my head to look up at him questioningly. "Would you rather every wolf in the pack had you? That you were marked by one such as Fury?" Fury was a terrifying wolf. He had scars and was known for sudden outbursts of violent temper. He was unpredictable and known to be brutal. Same as Draven is.

A benefit of being king was that I could mind link anyone in my kingdom. Since it was their first time presenting as a team I was told they had arranged a special introduction and agreed to it, curious to see. When the door opened they stood there with their hooded capes on and walked in single file and bowed before moving to one side or the other. The last one to walk in was Stormie, her smaller frame flanked by her brothers on either side. Once they were in position Alpha Adam introduced each one in the order that they entered the room. As each one’s name was said, they stepped forward and removed their hood, nodding slightly. First was Marius to the left, future head warrior. Then to th

Chaos erupted in the mountain pass. Lyra’s Greyclaw warriors, with their swift harassment and rock-falling diversions, had bought the Stonefurriers precious time, but the Royal Guard captain, enraged and determined, was ready to press his advantage. He bellowed orders, and his guards surged forward, swords flashing.

Your both fucking up way to much for me to stay suppressed any longer so I'm coming out to help. I got in bed and Lucas covered me up and kissed my forehead. Awww he is extremely affectionate my wolf said. Yeah you would think that I said he really didn't want me to begin with then he bragged about all the sex he had with other whores so yeah. Why can't you just be happy? my wolf hissed at me. Why do you have to bitch and complain about everything?. My name is Storm she sounded annoyed and I'm going to help you from here on out to make sure that our mate stays with us and has no thoughts of other she wolfs ever again.