Warriors Stormfur Novels & Stories

he replied. "Should I give you a title?" He questioned. "No, I don't want any title, just armies, to crush my enemies," I replied. "Now that's what I am afraid of," he muttered. "Did you bring your spear like I asked?" He questioned as I showed him my spare. "Follow me," he ordered, standing up from the throne. He stopped to take out his sword and together he led me down to the forest. "This is the forest that has rogue wolves," I muttered. "Yes it is," he replied. "Why am I here?" I questioned him.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

But I didn’t care; I wouldn’t play the part of their puppet any longer. An almighty Roar ripped through the air, making us all stop and stare. Storm had Chaos pinned, snarling right in his face; Chaos whimpered like a little pup below him, blood pouring from many wounds gifted to him by Storm. Yet Storm bores only one, and it was minor. “Storm, Jacob, whichever one of you will bloody listen, let that useless fool up; he’s not worth your time,” I called. And to my surprise, he growled one last time before pushing himself off the lesser wolf beneath him.

Her bandages tumbled from her arms, scattering across the dirt. Through the gates, she saw them. Rogues. They came like shadows with fangs, spilling from the treeline in a surge of madness. Lean, filthy, their fur streaked with mud and blood. Their eyes glowed red with hunger and fury. They charged with no order, no sense, only the raw chaos of beasts that had lost themselves to bloodlust. The Stormfang warriors met them with a roar. Claws slashed, steel flashed, bodies collided. The earth shook with the violence. Screams and snarls filled the air until it was thick with the stench of blood and sweat.

Firestorm warriors ran out from their hideout, descending upon us with brutality. War started off as we clashed with the enemy. I transformed immediately letting my wolf take over, fighting with all the passion in me . But frustration started to set in as I watched my men fall around me, plans we have made for years were crumbling right in my own eye. How did the Firestorm warriors find out about our plans? the one question I just couldn't find answers to. "Michael, stay close!" I called out, fighting with my claws digging into the fire storm warriors, but we were badly outnumbered.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

The air grew warm but it was not suffocating. I couldn't help but sag, my vision all blurry from the tears. "I hate this." “I know,” Storm said. “You’re amazed,” I accused weakly. She didn’t deny it. "My family trained warriors for decades," she said quietly. "I've seen blessed wolves, gifted wolves, cursed wolves. I have never seen one of the White Wolves. Nothing like this." Yayyy! I was a legend. Not. "Congratulations. I'm a monster." Storm took a step forward carefully, as if approaching something sacred.

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

Curling up in a near by meadow we rolled around and then found a comfortable position. It was days like this we wished to go undisturbed. But we knew it would come to an end shortly. Mom and dad never let us stay out too long, especially not in wolf form. Hi I am Storm and my wolfs name is Rain. Why the name Storm? When I was born I came out with a full head of hair that was so light it was practically white I had one grey eye and one black colored eye. I was marked by the moon Goddess herself with a crescent moon on the left side of my chest that now was right above my well endowed breast. My parents worst fears were confirmed when I turned 16 and we shifted. Rain my wolf came forth and wit