Warriors Whitestorm Novels & Stories

I said, looking at the next guy. "Come on," I said, calling him. He was holding one sword, which made me drop one of my sword, to fight with him. "Please note that your enemy will not be as lenient as me to reduce my weapon, the more for them, the advantage it is," I explained. "You should have let us use our wolf form," he complained. "And why would I?" I asked. "Because that's how we were trained, if I am using my wolf mood, I am more confident to win you," he replied.

His eyes were on the phone again. "I'm glad to hear that. Are they forced to swim again? I don't want them to be traumatized." I looked at my phone, which was on and vibrating on the tabletop, and read Wesley's message. I snorted. I'm too lazy to respond. "I'll ask the chief warrior, Alpha." Beta fast typing. Then he continued reading the message he received. "I got news from the warriors who spied on the White Stone Pack and the Green Stone Pack; they got information that the two packs are planning to go to war. Business competition underlies the war. The White Stone Pack also accused the Green Stone Pack of planting a bomb in the grain warehouse."

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.

"I can feel the seed reaching for him." ​I stepped up to his side, drawing both of my obsidian broadswords with a heavy shing. The claim mark on my neck pulsed, burning with golden fire. I was mated to the Alpha of the North. I was the White Queen. And right now, I was a Warlord with nothing left to lose. ​I looked at the twelve Legionnaires, Alaric, and Marcus. ​"You lot hold the line out here," I commanded. "If anything tries to get in or out, kill it. This part... this part is for family."

I look around meaningfully and sit on a chair close to her daybed. “Clark had some work to do, he said. He told me the warriors are being put on high alert. Is there a war coming, Alpha King?” she asks sweetly. This is not good. A Gamma that shares pack plans with outsiders is a weakness in our offensive system. It seems that falling in love makes Clark careless, diminishes his alertness. This is a serious omission that I cannot pass up. “Midnight Moon hasn't been involved in a war in decades,” I tell her proudly. “But that doesn't mean we shouldn't be on alert and always in good shape. This training is intended to test alertness”, I tell the woman. "It may take a few more days."

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

The further we go into the forest, the air thickens with blood and chaos as we approach the eastern border. Rogue! Many of them. “ Form up!” I commanded through the link, the warriors wasted no time following the order as my bones cracked. The shift came instantly, where a massive white wolf lunged forward, ripping through the first rogue that dared to step in his way, sending him into a tree and killing him instantly.

I ignored his questions and continued. "According to him, he's starting with Ember Moon before he goes on to other packs of this region. And that's why I've called each of you here because this war doesn't belong to Ember Moon alone. If they win here, what are the odds that they won't win against any of you?” “This story of yours is hard to believe," the hairy alpha spoke. I turned to him, wearing an ‘I’m-not-familiar’ look on my face. "I'm sorry, we're supposed to have introduced ourselves," I said without a smile. “I'm Aries, otherwise known as the White Wolf. And you are?”

The twin titans of the sea, the Giant Whale and Wild Wave carrier fleets, surged forth in unison, and the Temple of War was quick to catch wind of their advance. " Your Lordship!" Within the Lord of War's command center, Juno, the Duke of War, was a tempest of fury, bowing deeply before Alexander. "We've been pinpointed by the enemy's Hexagonal Tower. The Giant Whale and Wild Wave carrier fleets are on the move!" "They'll be upon us in under forty minutes. I beg for the honor of combat, Your Lordship. I must avenge our revered matriarch and Maxine, the White Tiger, with my own hands!"

"Elright, bring our reserve whistles out here." Elright does as she says. I'm unsure of what's happening but hold my thoughts. After Elright returns, Marinah asks the Shadow Warriors, standing at attention during our interaction, to give her the whistles they carry in their pockets. The five men here work daily with the hellhounds as controllers. They quickly hand their whistles over. My focus is on Marinah and her strange request, not the Warriors. She tells Elright to give the men the whistles he brought out.