Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

If a spirit wolf was truly sacking settlements, then we were doomed. I reached out to the alphas of the Blue-Moon pack, the White-Moon pack and the Full-Moon pack for a coalition between us, but they never responded. When the Blue-Moon finally responded, the alpha rejected my offer stating clearly that we needed them more than they needed us. That they were better off without us and that we would only weaken their defences. I sent an envoy to the White-moon pack, but Alpha Clearsand said he was tied up with witches, vampires and hunter problems. Also, the attacks were not in his territory or his direction, so he couldn't get involved for now. He promised to see what he could do after he was

The air became silent, and still, no one moved. It had been the talk for the past few days. Something from the past had returned. Something with perilous intent for all of mankind. Her father's soldiers had been sent forth across the sea to battle these things, these whispers, and while everyone was scared to say it, they knew it was a failed voyage, and none of those men were fated to return. Not with the bodies the waves kept washing daily to the coast. The soldiers had been graced with the powers of the Whites, an untold force that was meant to keep them alive, but no one believed that was even a thing. Because they hadn't seen it used. But hell was about to break loose. And this danger,

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

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

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.

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.