Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

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.

White fog spilled out of the earth, shrouding the entire pack. Everyone knew the creatures who came with the white fog. The Fenrirs. He instantly issued a command through the mind link. [Warriors, form up! Defensive circle!] The Wildings and werewolf warriors trooped out, forming a tight circle in front of the pack house. They knew they were outnumbered and the Immortals would crush them, but still, they were prepared to give their lives to protect the pack. The earth shook as the white wolves emerged. Ryder pulled out his wings, and his body rippled, taking on his Wilding form.

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

Standing at the front line of my pack, with Sereia’s golden wings blanketing the sky behind me and her hand anchored firmly to my heart, I looked out at the thousands of hostile wolves frozen on the other side of our new electric moat. The continental patch had arrived, but they hadn't brought an anti-virus. They had just brought more data for us to delete. I bared my glowing fangs into the freezing wind, the system-wide synchronization between the Architect and the Alpha completely flawless. "Welcome to the White Mane sector," I rumbled, my voice echoing across the entire battlefield like a terminal command. "Your access is officially denied."

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

He wants the power of the white wolf. “During the Blood Moon attack, the warriors on-site reported that the rogues retreated when the white wolf appeared.” Three council members scoff, not bothering to hide it. So James has kept her identity quiet. I wasn’t sure how far that silence reached. I glance at him. He exhales slowly. “The white wolf is nothing but a legend, General,” Alpha Stone says, his tone laced with disbelief. “No, it’s not,” King James says quietly. Every head in the chamber snaps toward him.