Warriors Stormfur Novels & Stories

She wasn’t ready nor didn’t she want her. “Ahhh!” Amaia shouted as the veins on her neck are now visible, she was in a part-shift wolf. She was fighting her for an hour until the Light of the Moon in the sky becomes blue and red. A thunder of lightning bombarded the whole city of humans and the parts of the Werewolves, making them wonder and afraid. For the werewolves, it is a sign of Revenge, Full of Enrage and Death. They started to feel the goosebumps as the Moon letting the incoming Chaos come to them. As the long thunder and lightning were gone together the painful scream of Amaia. There she falls on the ground with her new appearance and her spirit wolf having a white wolf form.

"There is a true Luna in the Storm Pack." The warriors let out a fierce cry. But I knew in my heart It wasn't over yet. Not quite yet.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

Harvey explained. I was dumbfounded. Alpha Kent had inherited leadership of Doomfur less than a year ago, after his father’s death. Born without a wolf, he had always been dismissed as weak by the neighboring packs and faced years of ridicule. Despite that, he managed to keep Doomfur safe and proved himself more capable than anyone expected. Still, Doomfur was a small, vulnerable pack, and even with Kent’s determination, they were not strong enough to repel a major rogue attack on their own.

finally shift. I went to look up and the person carrying me and was shocked to see it was the man from earlier, his tattoos were visable at his shirt edge showing me that he was most likely covered in them, his hair cut was so much different then the men around here, the sides were shaven to the skin but long on the top; I couldnt help but notice a scar running down his jaw. This man was very much my type, old style warrior vibes flowed from him and dam was it sexy. He probaly saw me as a weakling but I couldn't help but be thankful he didnt seem to noice me looking at him because I really liked the view. "Rouge." His voice startled me as he suddenly looked down at me his eyes I thought wer

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

A red carpet was leading to the throne of the king. "Are they clans of furious fighters? My gaze was inspecting the beautiful curves over the walls, roof. Was it handmade? Machine Made or they worked it with their magic?" I asked. Mary squeezed my arm. I clamped my mouth shut. I was feeling like a little kid who was told not to make any noise. " Only werewolves are the clan of furious and brave fighters on the earth. " Silver said. She was holding her fury but it was visible through her icy cutting gaze.

“How did you beat my brother if you can’t beat that lazy Jaime? Even I can beat him.” “GET OUT OF MY WAY,” Aurum roared. “I would crush you before I crush him.” “Well, let’s see if you can,” Draymond shrugged laughing. He stood waiting as Aurum advanced towards him and a few meters away from him, he dove out of the way. Blackfur who had been watching, a bit confused was barely able to get out of the way and avoid being crushed by Dan’s giant werewolf. “I see what you’re doing here,” Blackfur laughed, addressing Draymond. “But it’s not gonna work.”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.