Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

The man’s face fell slightly, but he nodded as if he expected that answer. “Then let me explain,” he said, sitting on the bench beside me. The others gathered quietly and respectfully around us. While Elias and Jax remained near the door. “Twenty years ago,” the man began, “a terrible war broke out in the Blackwood Pack. It started because a neighboring pack—called the Whitewolves—came to us, begging for unity and alliance.” “They were weak, they had few warriors and their lands were infertile but they were clever. They brought gifts. Gold. Silver, food, and tons of promises .”

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

Warriors will ensure that the handing in and taking back runs smoothly and that teams with a flag aren’t ambushed on their way back into the forest. We have 36 hours, when time is up out we make our way out. The winner is the team that has captured the most flags. It is forbidden to shift during the tournament. Maverick, Madeline Martin and I have formed a team. Black Forest has created all teams of four because we figured those are large enough to defend ourselves yet small enough to travel unseen. We have practised coded whistles to keep in touch. According to Maverick and Martin Black Forest has never been so well prepared or coordinated.

I look around meaningfully and sit on a chair close to her daybed. “Clark had some work to do, he said. He told me the warriors are being put on high alert. Is there a war coming, Alpha King?” she asks sweetly. This is not good. A Gamma that shares pack plans with outsiders is a weakness in our offensive system. It seems that falling in love makes Clark careless, diminishes his alertness. This is a serious omission that I cannot pass up. “Midnight Moon hasn't been involved in a war in decades,” I tell her proudly. “But that doesn't mean we shouldn't be on alert and always in good shape. This training is intended to test alertness”, I tell the woman. "It may take a few more days."

"Perfected Immortal White-brow! Please give me a hand!" White-brow Solitarian frowned but charged at Xiao Chen as requested. None-flower Dust and Yi Tong moved as well, stopping the new attacker. Yi Tong laughed. "Outsiders aren't allowed to interfere in the Battle of the Emperors. White-brow kiddo, why don't you play with us instead?" "You seek death!" White-brow Solitarian swiped his horsetail whisk at them, attacking them with a wave of ice fragments. Yi Tong and None-flower Dust shifted aside, dodging the attack.

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.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.