Warriors Tallstar Novels & Stories

' He grinned at her, he truly was loving the Warrior life, living outdoors, training every day, and building up a camaraderie with his men and women which brought him to what he wanted to talk to her about, 'Come, we need some privacy’ He nodded at Carrick who took the younger children to see their father and led her back into his quarters, 'There is someone I would like you to meet Mama.' He opened the flap of his tent and inside was a stunningly beautiful young woman, her hair was the c

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

We turned to see the announcer striding out into the middle of the arena, his voice amplified through the microphone he held in his hand. “Warriors! Managers! Spectators! Welcome to this year’s annual federal tournament!” The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers and applause. I felt Emma trembling with excitement beside me as the announcer launched into the opening remarks and rituals. Finally, as his speech began winding down, he gestured to the three warriors—Eric, Darius, and of course, Adrian—behind him. “But first… we must start with the sacrifice!”

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

She tended to blurt things in the most awkward moments. We made our way to the portal, and then once we were in Matty's office, Daddy used another portal to take us to the barracks. The barracks, as it was known around, was the special warrior training facility in Central City. The building hosted most of the rising stars of every realm, who went there to train, defending their realms and the allies. It was a high security facility, and also, in there was the biggest intel center in every realm. It was a high-end military facility, equipped with every bit of technology available to get the intel needed to secure the realms.

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

Pups chased each other between the stalls while their parents shouted after them. I made my way toward the spectator area. Other Packs had already arrived — clusters of unfamiliar faces, warriors sizing each other up, children darting between the food vendors. Two of Harrison's warriors stepped into my path. "This isn't the place for you." The taller one crossed his arms. His name was Garrett. I'd sparred with him once, back in my first month here. He'd complimented my footwork. "Warriors and honored guests only. Not housewives looking for attention."

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.