Warriors Whitestorm の小説・ストーリー

Until it was over, there was a possibility of winning. That was until last night's ordeal happened. The White Claw Pack was invadered by intruders. They left a trail of bodies from the pack borders to the pack house. None of those warriors were a match and they all died. Felix was unfortunately taking a run in the woods. He had no idea that the pack was in danger because the intruders masked their scents. That was the advantage they had on their side.

"What!" The large and powerful lion man roared before he slammed his hand onto the table. "Those bastards dare try and invade my territory!" "Sir, the report also says that they only left one man alive, just so that he could tell us himself." Whitemain sat back in his large oak chair before he used his powerful fist to rest his jaw on. "A standard scare tactic used by her..." He said, getting lost in thought for a second. "If the Emerald hand want to start a war that badly, then a war they will get," Whitemain said with a slight growl before he stood to his feet, towering over everyone else in the room.

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 added. @Death Wish

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?**

But when they came in waves like this, even a True Warrior elite would be forced into a retreat when they might lose their lives. Harvey let out a sigh. "This is much more powerful than things like the Royal Flushes and the Rainstorm Needles." Clarion nodded. "They're meant for different environments. Rainstorm Needles and Royal Flushes are small and easy to carry, and there's no limits to its use. But the Warsong? Not only does it have plenty of limits, but it's also quite costly. We wouldn't have brought it out if it wasn't because of an emergency."

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

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.