Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

Hearing those words made my wolf jump with glee. I shifted into my beautiful white wolf. ***** White wolves are very rare in the world of werewolves. Our powers are more remarkable, our speed is faster, and our bodies are more powerful. Our senses are more heightened than those of typical wolves. Numerous ancient prophecies have mentioned the existence of white wolves as well as their abilities. White wolves were referred to in the prophecies as Moon Goddess warriors, saviours and protectors of the supernatural world, among other things. A white wolf is a powerful creature with exceptional abilities.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

The others adjusted to give space for both Emily and Nate in the front, Emily could see the reason why the head of warrior’s name was Whale, he was huge and looks scary, he looked down at her and gave a little bow of his head and then he was addressing all of them. “I can see some new faces here, some of those who started together with you have passed the rounds and has joined the first group, so you need to do more to pass the test, I want you focused and to do as I say” Whales said, even his voice is scary, Emily concluded “Listen to me, if you want to remain here, no foul fight, don’t even sneeze without my permission” Whales told them “Now get into this position” he showed them the posit

' 'True… I think you’re going to be the main attraction today. It kicks off again. Daxton steps forward, strips all the way down, and walks to the arena before shifting. Liam strips by his chair and shifts too — his wolf is massive, dark brown. Daxton’s is a light grey. Both are big and strong, classic ranked warrior builds. They circle, then launch at each other at the same time.

It seemed to be fading more and more every time my soul seemed to reach out and grasp nothing on the other end. I didn’t look up at the sound of thundering paws on the ground. No one screamed like the days before. I guess even the maidens were used to it. Then, there were gasps. Mary and Lauryn got up and ran down the stairs. I looked up as Rhys shifted into his human form. With him were seven others. I recognized them as warriors of Whitelark. His eyes were bloodshot like he hadn’t been sleeping, but they were fierce in the fire’s glow. He was bandaged across his chest. His armor looked like it had been through the ringer.

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

"There is a true Luna in the Storm Pack." The warriors let out a fierce cry. But I knew in my heart It wasn't over yet. Not quite yet.

Vance dismissed the idea of that happening any time soon. The objective was to stay on contraceptives for the next two years before adding to our litter. With much certainty, my possessive Alpha does not mind having me to himself for a while longer, with only one son to compete for my time. Now, the hunt was nearing the end when four different team members cornered a 10ft tall brown bison which brought silence to the audience as we watched intently on the screen to see the outcome. The battle was between Midnight Warriors, Crimson Hyde, Dark Wolverson, and Cardinal Boulders Packs. This animal was the biggest of all and would contribute major points to the overcoming team.

I have never seen this side of when we met as wolves. Closing his eyes when the white wolf charged Rex, feeling not only the pain of that white wolf’s hits, but the emotional counter blows that the black and white wolf was forced to use in order to chip away at the white wolf’s wolf spirit, strength, and stamina, forcing the white wolf into exhaustion so he would phase back. Every time the two wolves collided, there was a impact of thunder to the air with no sound, and a flash of ice and black snow that swirled as their auras entangled with each other. Rex already knew the outcome to this battle.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.