Warriors Yellowfang Novels & Stories

The second the footsteps broke into a run, my wolf surged forward like a living storm inside me, bones snapping and shifting, claws tearing through my fingertips before I could even think about keeping it “subtle.” The door burst open, rain slicing through the air, and there they were—Black Fang warriors, all steel and snarls, their red-marked armor gleaming under the flashes of lightning. Marigold? She was in Margaux's mood. She was leaning against the table, inspecting her nails like we weren’t seconds away from becoming very messy corpses.

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

I said Mangey purrs. I turned around to see a massive yellow wisp, angry and under Corona’s control “its the drill wisp it used to be an ally to Sonic back at Sonic Colours now Corona has brainwashed it to stop me” I said, Sonic was in tears and shock to see the yellow drill wisp now massive and angry ready to stop me. My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp.

His almond shaped eyes were yellow in colour and he apparently had a giant scissor on his back. “The scouts that were sent are probably under the same influence. We need to handle this situation quickly or it will be bad for the kingdom.” Dzy was from the Whale Clan which comprised whales and dolphins demihumans. Dzy was a dolphin demihuman and had a white body with grey patches around his eyes like a panda’s. He had a dorsal fin sticking out of his back and was in full armour as well, except for his helmet which he held in his hand. Dzy’s hair was combed firmly in place such that the water flow did not disturb it. His eyes were like black pearls with a small portion of white outline.

Their hands brushed, and for a moment, the chaos around them stilled. Then a howl cut through the morning. Not one of theirs. Kael spun, his senses flaring. “Form ranks!” he shouted. The warriors shifted instantly, drawing weapons and taking defensive positions along the edge of the clearing. From the tree line, figures emerged—tall, cloaked, and reeking of death. Crimson Fang. The leading wolf pulled back his hood, revealing a face twisted with rage and ritual scars. “You should’ve stayed in the ashes,” he growled. “You dig up the past, you burn with it.”

There she falls on the ground with her new appearance and her spirit wolf having a white wolf form. When Amaia was awake, she can’t feel any emotions except the full wanting of Revenge. The memory she already has as it flashes the terrible moments of her night. She was feeling different. Her white-haired color becomes black, her bluish eyes change to hazelnut color. She already has a void emotion. And when she saw a huge wolf form beside her there she gritted her teeth full of anger seeing their kind. She knows it is her wolf, and she has no plans to keep her. Her kind was one of the reasons and she doesn’t want to embrace her fully, making her spirit-wolf give a Rejection to become one. “Le

His three doppelgangers merged with his original body as he drew the Greedy Wolf Blade from the void, while 12 flying swords spread out like a peacock's display. The only incongruous element was the wise Silly Husky apparition behind him. The fierce shout of "Die now!" had initially boosted everyone's spirits, but the Silly Husky apparition somewhat undermined his imposing manner. "Why are you so determined to hunt down our Shale clan?" Fallon's deep voice carried notes of unwillingness and anger. Everyone could hear that he seemed to lack strength, suggesting he was injured. Yara's group, previously despairing, turned their gaze back to the two Shales, Fallon and Carla.

Crackle! It was the sound of cracked joints. Renard controlled that yellow figure and kept pouring infinity vitality energy into it. His face looked extraordinarily hideous as he snarled out, “Boy, your end is here!” “Cosmos slash! Infinity swords move!” Renard beckoned his hand toward the sky. A yellow sword aura was gathered in the air. It flashed across the sky, ready to pierce through Tyr’s body. Tyr was under the control of this yellow figure at the time. There was no way he was going to be able to avoid that attack. Tyr had foreseen the scene of his own death, as that terrifying sword aura drew closer and closer.

Soon, all eyes gradually turned toward two remaining groups. The Blood Shadow Warriors. And the Green Fang Warriors from the Green Fang Ancient Pack. The atmosphere in the arena shifted subtly. Even the wind seemed quieter. The Green Fang warriors were the first to move. Their leader stepped forward calmly and placed their special tickets onto the weighing scale. Immediately, the runes on the scale exploded with bright light. The counting began rapidly. One hundred. Three hundred. Five hundred. The speed increased. Eight hundred. One thousand. One thousand three hundred. The crowd slowly began falling silent.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.