Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

And all of them were coming for us. For the realm. For me. “HOLD!” I shouted, lifting my palm high into the air. My voice cracked through the storm like a sword through silence. Warriors along the front line—Highland wolves in black steel, forest clans in bark-etched leather, humans clutching blessed rifles—braced. Behind us, the wolves howled. One long, united sound of fury and promise. And then— I let the storm go. Lightning erupted from my fingers, searing the sky open in a white-hot arc. It coiled like a living whip, smashing into the first line of wraith riders—and they didn’t fall. They exploded.

From there the rope had morphed outwards into our own individual designs. Mine were broader and darker, resembling jagged lightning bolts. Ridges of flames licking up my forearms. Adrians were gentler swoops of thin black lines, maze-like ripples and patterns. Racing up to White Forest on our bikes offered no opportunity for conversation with Adrian. Both orphans, originally from the Five Lakes territory, a pack taken over by White Forest over twenty years ago, our roots were embedded in service. I’d dug deep to work my way into the prestigious Beta Warriors. I admired and respected Nikolai, for conquering his demons, for finding his mate.

This was sent to every member of Blakemore. “Anyone capable of combat of eighteen or more will be accepted. Everyone participating will receive warriors pay and high risk bonuses. I also open up to external warriors, mercenaries, allies, all capable fighters. Today, Blakemore is raising the biggest army werewolves have ever seen. And I won’t limit this to wolves, or shifters—any warriors, period.” He managed to have a calm that I knew I was absolutely incapable to have in such a situation. I would never have the strength.

Elder Sage said, "The vampires are vile audacious creatures, we need to bring them down. Alpha, I have a sure way for us to win this battle." I stared at Elder Sage with interest. "Whitestorm pack is the largest pack In Europe, they have the strongest warriors. If we have an alliance with them, we'll be able to win this war easily without a single hitch." "Everyone knows that Whitestorm pack never allies with any other pack. They've always worked alone. They will never accept an alliance with us." Elder Hubert chimed. With a smirk on his face, Elder Sage said, "Not if we give them what they have always wanted."

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

He is known for hard training to his warriors’ he was denying them, and it irate Hannah. ‘What we saw can never be achieved by training. It is ability, I remember, I have seen the exact same ability in one member of South Hills Pack. I can assure you it isn’t the training; besides, doesn’t it click you that how come from nowhere White Wolf has showed up.’ Her outburst froze all of them and room went into complete silence. ‘What was this ability?’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper.

Life without the White Wolf's blessing was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Within a week, the lush forests of the Silver Moon territory began to wither. The streams turned muddy and dried up. A mysterious plague began to spread among the pups and the elderly, a cough that no medicine could cure—because the only cure was the aura of a White Wolf. Married life wasn't the sweet dream Alexander and Lucas had imagined. Instead, it was a total disaster. Before, they were the Gods of War in the pack. Every hunt yielded the fattest, most prize-worthy game. They arrogantly believed this was due to their own superior talent and strength.

he grunted a reply. “We are going to rally up some warriors from the clan and we are invading the wizards’ territory on full moon. No one comes to attack the great Alpha of the Autumn pack and goes scot free.” Calhoun boasted with pride while looking at Sara. She was the real reason for his plan to attack them. He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again.