Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

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.”

Their swords clashed repeatedly, and I could see the sparks flying off them. I whispered a prayer, I knew it was over for us all if Ryder wins. Despite being calm, Ryder was a strict leader and his warriors were countless. Andrew fought with all his might, but it was clear he was trying to suppress something. Suddenly, I heard a strange whistling sound, as I looked up, I saw arrows raining down on the camp. Some of our warriors who were captured made the same strange whistling sound, and I realized they were signaling to their comrades.

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."

[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]

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.

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh

It wasn't long after that the Moroi agreed in some of us partaking in human skirmishes once they found out about the effects of war on the Strigoi population. Strigoi thrive on war. Some of them would scour the battlefields at night and promise injured or dying warriors left behind immortality for their service. Others would raid camps in the dead of night and take soldiers away, covering their tracks under the guise that the men had abandoned their post and were declared deserters.

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!"

he whispered. A dark day it was for Russe, the Alpha of the Teros Pack, with the pack members murmuring and whispering twisted rumours around town about him. At the training ground, all the young werewolves gathered for their first training after weeks of postponement due to the Alpha’s ‘now ruined’ wedding to his mate Adelia. “Pssttt!! Hey, have you guys heard the recent news?!” A redheaded youngster gossiped. Her little question piqued the other werewolves curiosity and they all shuffled closer to her, leaning down with much enthusiasm.