Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

"Phase Three: The Re-Creation... has been cancelled. The Source has found a New User." Behind the reflection, a figure emerged from the starlight. It wasn't Julian. It wasn't her father. It was the White Wolf, his fur now a blinding, holy white, holding a whistle made of human bone. "The game is no longer for the Earth," the White Wolf whispered. "The game is for the Creator's Throne. And you... are my First-Round Pick."

“When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?” “I want to keep things the same, as much as possible. I like the idea of a member bringing in a new prospect, sponsoring and mentoring him. I don’t want the Warriors to be open to just anybody. We have a good dynamic, a family, and being a Warrior isn’t for just anybody.” The guys smiled and nodded their heads. “Thanks, Wrath, I think we need some fresh blood to man the bar and wash the dishes.” Weasel laughed. “Fuck yeah, we do.

The spear was aimed right at her chest and immediately he got within a safe distance from the White Wolf, he threw it at her. The spear, however, had no impact on Aella. It seemed to bounce off her fur and shattered into pieces. Aella kept running at the Rogue King, who drew a sword from his belt. "Today is your last day, White Wolf." The Rogue King roared and raised the sword high. But before he could do anything, Aella leapt into the air and pushed him off his black stallion. The both of them rolled across the ground littered with bodies of fallen warriors.

I sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” The tiger walked to the tree line and found the tree with the shorts in it. I asked Singarti, “Are you sure about this?” She replied, “I am positive. You’ll see.” I continued picking blackberries and asked one of the angel guards, “Can you tell if that white tiger had dark magic?” He replied, “When he comes back, I will check and let you know.” The most beautiful specimen of a man started walking toward me. Tall, close to seven feet tall, a chest so wide Singarti could curl up and use it for a bed. He had platinum blond hair that was past his shoulders and the icy blue eyes

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I muttered. Kael leaned forward slightly. “What?” “There are multiple contestants without pack names listed.” “That happen often?” “Rarely.” My eyes narrowed while reading another file. “Most wolves advertise their pack like it’s a personality trait.” “No lies detected.” I kept reading while mentally sorting through the registrations. Warriors from northern territories. Eastern mountain packs. Coastal regions. Rogue fighters. Ranked heirs. Several alphas personally entering this year. The prize pool probably explained the insane turnout. First place winners received one million dollars toward equipment, infrastructure, defenses, and upgrades for their territory. An additional hundred thousan

“No transforming. No weapons. It’s supposed to be a clear, fair fight. Any violation and the White Wolf is supposed to exact a quick execution.” “Alright then,” Ariadne says. “Stop sh*t talking and fight.” Harry cracks his neck this time, eyes glowing with feral power. “My pleasure.” Victor rushes towards him. Two titans clash in the storm.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

He was Darius's best friend. A small part of me flinched at his words. Had I really forced them? "You told us you simply wanted to take power back from White Mountain, to cut us off from Lycans," Calder continued. "Why then are you going after your own kind?" "The Stormwatch Pack has always been neutral ground for all wars," Alpha Grant added, his massive frame shifting forward. "They do not participate in wars, nor do they form alliances. And so it has always been." His voice dropped, heavy with finality. "I'm sorry, but we cannot."

A massive burst of holy light suddenly exploded across the walls of Warwick City. Warriors clad entirely in white, with white cloaks, white helmets, white swords, white boots, scaled the city walls from three directions. Soon, screams echoed everywhere. The garrison forces defending Warwick City, loyal to the Ludendorff family, collided head-on with the Church's Vindicators. However, it was obvious that the Church's Vindicators were far fiercer and more formidable. Warwick City was only a third-rate stronghold in the wastelands. It had been established just within the past decade. Previously, this place was no more than a large trading post.