Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

I took a deep breath and looked at my face in the mirror while I was trying to give myself a pep talk. “I can do this. I can behave. I will behave. I have no feelings for Blake still,” I whispered and turned around to exit the bathroom door. Ten minutes later, we’re in our SUV driving to the Forest-White pack and the 100th game of Evening-Games. I was nervous. My brother was worried. We would compete against all the best of the warriors in all the packs of the East Coast. That was quite a few warriors, to say the least. Before the grand final, we would train all together under the Alpha himself. Each year all the pack took turns to arrange the Evening-Games, and this year was no exception. T

"There's a victor every round. You can't just use the results of one round to prove your point. Have there not been warriors from the White Marsh Continent that won before?" "There've been over fifty slaughter gambits, and the warriors of White Marsh Continent have won a lot of them! You're just trying to twist the truth!" The arguments did not stop. In the end, the warriors from both worlds were practically digging out history to prove that their warriors were stronger. Nothing fruitful was sown in the end, and none could convince the other party. There was only a short time left. The betting area had opened, so all of the warriors who still had any spirit crystals with them stood up the mo

I’m standing in front of the alpha house, the warriors lined up waiting for their orders. The Clear Waters pack had suffered greatly from the attack; casualties and too many deaths…the warriors have taken it personally. Their alpha has been taken on top of their once peaceful pack being ripped apart. War had finally come knocking on their door and it didn’t hold back. They were ready to avenge those that had fallen. I witnessed the shift in them myself; gone was the pack-wide acquiescent mood…always searching for a peaceful outcome…they were angry now. They wanted blood. They wanted to take down the White Moon pack once and for all.

Since the White Tiger warcraft did not launch the first attack this time, the opponents were caught off guard by the appearance of the Black Hawk warcraft. By the time they reacted, they had lost several warcraft just like that. Pilots of the White Tiger warcraft were instantly furious. When had they ever been humiliated like this? They were the main warcraft team of the white tiger territory. As long as they made a move, the opponents would either surrender or be easily obliterated. They had never suffered such a big loss before.

I used to get a few updates about him from Ren and Rachel, but even they didn't hear much from him, except that he got a new Beta now. I kept myself occupied with the new trainer. While Madison was mean and relentless, Zoey was friendly but far more brutal. With platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she belonged to the White Warrior clan, a clan that doesn't have the mate concept. Their bloodline was notorious for the ruthless killers they were, not belonging to a pack or territory. Their wolves were as big as any Alpha's wolf.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

It was chaos. Wolves were everywhere. Gray Silverfangs clashing with the black vests of the Iron Howlers. I saw flashes of fire—Molotov cocktails being thrown. I saw the hockey players near the gate, swinging heavy sticks wrapped in something that sparked with blue light. But my eyes were drawn to the tree line. Standing there, just outside the range of the floodlights, was a shape. It was white. Glowing faintly in the darkness. The White Wolf. He wasn't looking at the battle. He was looking up. At me.

a warrior whispers, before we can comprehend what's happening another tremor is heard , then another. Morris stiffens. “Positions... now.” He orders but before the command fully leaves his lips, the sky tears open. A storm, black and electric, forms out of nothing, clouds swirling like a living thing. Lightning snaps across the sky with sharp, unnatural precision. This isn’t weather, this is power, I remember this scene clearly, its storm power. The same kind Raven holds in her veins but this feels darker and cold. Warriors tense around us, grabbing their fighting gear ready for battle as they are always taught, the