Warriors Tallstar Novels & Stories

A message pinged as I was about to drop my phone, it was a reminder from him that the second round of the Tournament would be held today at the Creek side pack. The tournament was made up of 3 rounds, the first was a pre-tournament training session where warriors sparred with each other and whoever had a sponsor would commence to the next round, then the 2nd round was where some were removed and the top 20 were selected from the lot and then... the final round, the players were all put in an open field and left to fight to see the final winner. It was really looked forward to and anticipated by all wolves so much that some had bet on some warriors. I smirked as I thought of my mate, feisty a

came the reply. Before the first guy could reply, the door opened, angrily creaking and two guys with rifles walked in. They gave frightening glares. One said," Boss wants to see you, Brett. " Swallowing a lump, Brett followed the guards to the main room where cigarette smoke, booze and disappointment wafted to his nostrils. ' Boss', was a lean, muscled man with a face you wouldn't want to look at twice. A long, thin nose, sharp, cunning mouth which belonged to a clever face that was schooled to neutrality. Today, it was contorted with fury.

I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?” Stanley chuckled, “yea, what makes you so special, Oscar?” Oscar slammed Stanley up against the wall before I could blink and they both laughed, “that.” I nodded, “nice visual, want to slow that down so even I can see it, that was lightning fast.” Oscar waved his hand nonchalantly, “Alpha is twice as fast, given the correct motivation,” they both looked at me then at one another shrugging.

I growled firmly as I wiped my eyes. “Oh, I'm staying here, boss, for eighteen-plus years,” he replied, and I grunted. Rolling my eyes I watched my dear mate go unlock the back glass patio door. Styx came in full of smiles. “Great news, my fellow Mercs and the rogues are going to dismantle the Red River Pack's guards from the inside so No War. Well, unless the Alpha and Luna fight for themselves,” he chuckled. “Are you serious?” I laughed and smiled at Gavin.

He couldn't believe she'd tracked down their good friend Calista. "Yes! I can't be mistaken, it was her! Marcus, she's alive! Calista is alive!" Hera exclaimed. "I'm sure I'll see her again because Duncan Mills isn't that big." Hera is certain she will see Calista again. Duncan Mills University is one of the first places she intends to visit after seeing the logo printed on the shirt of the man Calista was with. Marcus was overjoyed when Hera made her announcement. It simply means that their hard work has finally paid off and that when Calista returns, they will soon achieve peace in their tribe.

" *Scream!*… The cheering sounds Ravyn never expected to receive echoed throughout the stadium. Blue lights illuminated a small circular platform floating inside the cuboid arena, and above it stood Ravyn. "On the red side, one of the eight Rising Stars, a guarantee of unparalleled competence. Hailing from his homeland with a determination to conquer and become an esteemed hero, he is the man with the mightiest physical strength in this tournament—Supreme Warrior, Thwar!" *Scream!!* "Whoa!!!" "Yeah!" …

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

“First, I need you to sign these. Please read through them carefully and let me know if anything needs to be changed or added.” As she reached across the table, I noticed a small tattoo on her wrist, partially hidden by her leather watch strap. A flaming skill above two crossed pistols - the Warriors logo. As I sat forward to begin reading the documents, I couldn’t help but wonder how deep Kat’s connection to the club actually ran. ——————————— Talon I walked into the garage, nodding at a few of the guys working on bikes. The familiar sounds and smells of grease and metal helped ground me as my mind continued to reel with thoughts of Laura.

The men who went inside were all struggling to get out of the tent and it fell atop them and the tiger. Smiling to herself, Sara removed the fallen tent from their body as they ran away like mad men. The least they expected was a tiger inside a young girl's tent who was camping in a forest. Sara put all her things well and mounted her tiger as they continued their journey towards Autumn town. Sara inhaled sharply when she saw a few warriors in their uniforms staring at her with groggy eyes. One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping.

Because of the massive support, the Atomic Heat won against Suncrest Institute of Technology and Arts—leading by twenty points! To Taylor’s astonishment, a scout immediately asked for him in the locker room. Atlas had also been approached. The sports agent said, “Mr. West, this is your opportunity to play with the Phoenix Thunderhawks. We’ll give you training, free accommodation, a car, and a publicist to make you shine like a star. Your friend Atlas has already accepted our offer.” The Phoenix Thunderhawks were one of the top fifteen teams in the NBA. It was Taylor’s best offer yet. He was excited—this could easily be his chance to go pro!