Warriors Whitestorm の小説・ストーリー

I follow Osiston down the hallway, Alpha Reggie behind me. “Each of our Warriors has their own room. We do not force you to share with somebody that you may or may not get along with. Unfortunately, the warrior brand does not hinder your personality and not everyone will always get along. All of our Warriors are highly competitive and some tend to take winning and losing very seriously, while others see it more as a game and for fun. You’ll figure out who the hotheads are and who is more laid back pretty quickly.”

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

the guard shouted, turning around and looking at a girl with a woman who looked rather big She was crying and trying to stand up, but her leg was not helping, and on top of that, the guard screamed at them because of her His heart beat so fast he heard his wolf Mars say snarl "mate" Now I suffer for your pain , but then I will kill everyone who Altum Meaning ' winged wolves' in Latin Inferos _ Zayn Malik's flock _ inferos Meaning ' wolves of hell' in Latin Ardena - the heroine - means ' sanctuary ' in Latin March _ wolf zayn malik _ meaning 'Gods of War'

The air grew warm but it was not suffocating. I couldn't help but sag, my vision all blurry from the tears. "I hate this." “I know,” Storm said. “You’re amazed,” I accused weakly. She didn’t deny it. "My family trained warriors for decades," she said quietly. "I've seen blessed wolves, gifted wolves, cursed wolves. I have never seen one of the White Wolves. Nothing like this." Yayyy! I was a legend. Not. "Congratulations. I'm a monster." Storm took a step forward carefully, as if approaching something sacred.

AZEL WHITMORE I sit in the back of the transport-van, the rhythmic hum of the engine doing nothing to settle the wolf pacing under my skin. My MoonNet feed is a blur of blue light, the screen reflecting in my pupils as I stare at my own post. The audio file I leaked—the one of Ezekiel Thornhart, the Warlord of the northern packs, literally telling me to swallow my pride and bow to a foster-brat just to save her from public ridicule—is playing on a loop across the entire territory.

I have seen many wolves beg for their lives. I have seen warriors cry. I have seen traitors swear loyalty when a blade touched their throat. You know what fear smells like? It is sharp. It is bitter. It is easy to read. The Omega lying on my land did not smell like fear. He smelled tired. Not just his body,. His soul. I mind-linked the warriors who were approaching. They went back to wherever they were coming from. “Austin Gray,” I said quietly, repeating his name as he lay on the ground before me.

The impact was a shower of white sparks, the sheer physical force of the soldier's blow sending a numbing shockwave up her arm. These weren't human mercenaries. Beneath the clear visors of their white helmets, Laila could see the pale, scarred faces of ancient wolves, their eyes burning with that same solid violet light that meant their wills had been completely overwritten by Malakai’s administrative server. They fought without fear, without hesitation, and without any regard for their own safety.

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.

[Jourton is seen running away from now hundreds of warriors, each of them armed with different assortments of range and melee weaponry, they proceed to fire as they are chasing after him. What appears to be spells such as Earth, wind, fire, and water, in rapid succession. As the halestorm of artillery fire is raining on Jourton, he seems to perfectly dodge them just as they would hit him, almost as if he knew before the blast collided. After roughly six minutes of this going back and forth and Jourton occasionally throwing back fireballs, he finds himself at the edge of a cliff that seems to drop for quite a ways]