Warriors Tawnypelt Novels & Stories

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

His expression started to look a bit crazed. Everyone could see what was happening, and quite a few of them started to lament what was happening. A warrior from the Golden Continent said, "Crap! This kid managed to turn things around. I actually thought that Nevada had a high chance of winning. After all, he comes from the White Phoenix Clan and is even a chosen disciple. Compared to a brat who came from somewhere no one knows about, he's so much higher in status. I can't believe this is the result. Did Nevada underestimate his opponent?"

“The Rift is sealed.” Galen looked toward the fading place where Velarion had stood. “What about him?” “He’s gone,” I said softly. “Returned to the realm that called him. Whatever summoned him in the first place… it no longer holds him here.” I looked at the three other warriors. “I don’t know your names,” I said honestly. The woman spoke first. “Renna.” The Ashmoon male inclined his head. “Darrow.” The youngest swallowed. “Thorn.” I nodded once. “You followed me without question. Stood when you didn’t have to. I won’t forget it.”

That was the voice of the hairy legged warrior. The pounding of feet rang out again… this time fading out as they retreated. Violet wasn't sure how but she was able to step away from the tree. She came towards the three warriors and looked at them with her big, glistening baby eyes, making them hiss like overprotective elder brothers. "Son of a..." The tattooed warrior hissed as he ran a hand through his hair. Violet was about to thank them for saving her when the tattooed warrior forwarded a recognizable stick-on note along with a folded piece of paper.

“Gross… but worth it.” The taste clung stubbornly to my tongue. I paced around my room to shake it off. Later, I got ready and walked over to the gym. Warriors trained outside in their wolf forms, their dominance thick in the air as they snarled at each other and pushed each other. I rolled my eyes walking past them. None of them caught my attention the way they did. Kael and Talon.

“Please don't hurt me. I'm only doing my job. I didn't realize who you were until I already grabbed you.” “Who are you?” “I'm one of the watch Warriors of the pack, my name is Tye.” “There has been so much activity in the past couple of days that I didn't think I'm sorry. I didn't want to take a chance to endanger the pack.” “What do you mean increased activity, why wasn't I informed?” “There have been wolves trying to come into the pack. We are not sure why some seem harmless, but others seem dangerous. With all that has happened, we have not been allowing newcomers to join.”

Our panel consisted of myself, Alex, Alpha Wildbreed, Luna Michelle, Robert Carter, Mason Whitespear, Sylvester Beowulf, Gamma Beowulf, Beta Gilbert, Christian and Delta Whitespear. Our team needed to consist of people that could be trusted, and what determined that was what they were to gain or lose if Glover won. All of them had something very important to lose and nothing to gain if Glover won, so I was rest assured that their loyalty did not need questioning. I was about to head to town when a Kappa told me that Alpha Whiterose had sent an envoy with a message. I told him to go to Alex, but he said Alex was the one that said he should come to get me.

I nod, I still didn’t really understand why she was stood on the other side of my bedroom door and noticing my confusion “The traitor Jax has not yet been found. Alpha Daryl has ordered you guards around the clock” “I have a question” and Jordan bows her head in what I’m guessing means to ask “I have never seen a female warrior” Jordan smiles “In this pack Alpha Daryl is very inclusive” Her demeanour was very interesting and I kind of admired her “Where is Daryl?” “Alpha Daryl is with some of the pups doing youth training. I can show you if you like” she looks at my feet and asks if I would like to put on shoes and when I tell her I am fine she begins leading the way, only speaking when I as

Dyane said as I nodded and smoothed Orel hand with was between mine, I kissed it before settling it down. “He will be alright, he has to be.” I whispered. I stood up and allowed Gwenn to lead me outside the tent. As soon as we came out, warriors surrounded us all asking the same thing, how fares their warlord. Gwenn answer was a bark of silence and when the warriors succeeded in keeping their mouths shut, she smiled at them as she ordered. “Get back to work.” With that the warriors in front of them dispersed with grumblings. Gwenn took her hand and led her to her tent where she proceeded to break down as soon as the tent flap was down.