Warriors Yellowfang Novels & Stories

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Closing his eyes he starts again. “The Red Fang territory is basically a box surrounded on four sides by other packs. White Fang is to the east, White Moon is to the north, Red Moon is to the west and Crescent Moon to our south. We’re already allied with White Fang and White Moon packs. They are the ones in charge of our warrior training. Red Moon hates us and actually sold off some of their land to create a buffer between us and them but that didn’t keep dad from trying to get a betrothal out of them. It took nearly a year before dad gave up trying to ally with those who hate us and started talking to the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. They have a huge territory, an impressive warrior pro

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

Lukas asked while looking at him, the fight stopped as the strong stench of blood and the disgusting smell of burning stinky flesh surrounded them. “Ahh! You all must have been clueless. This Naster that you all are looking up to, the fearless and most prideful project of the fallen Christopher Fangs, leader of your group, the man who took away the wolf souls of innocent people, using poison to control people, drug warriors, and brainwashing them. Even went as far as using his blood and flesh as his test subject for inhumane ways and achieved greatness.” Everyone somehow connected everything. It was no secret that the Dusk Dawn Pack is made up of two packs of brothers, one inherited the Dusk

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.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

“ I want her gone before he smells the struggle” Immediately something snapped inside me. It’s wasn’t me shifting. It was an explosion of incubated rage. I didn’t think. I didn’t growl. I moved!. The wolf in me didn’t wait for the bones to break it forced the change through pure unadulterated rage. I hit Tina like a freight train. My claws, still mid transformation tore through her silk drove and deep into the meat of her shoulder. I ripped her away from the fountain throwing her back against the marble statue of a weeping angel.

“Our wolves couldn’t catch a clean scent line for weeks after we took over the Abakon Yellow outpost,” Malakai Thornwolf growled, his deep voice carrying a dark vibration through the narrow stone walls of the Fenrir Shadow Den. “The mountain frost was too thick, and the local Pack Guard was running heavy patrols along the ridge lines every midnight. Every time we scouted the Silver Fang Tavern, Rafe Moonhunter was nested inside with his alpha circle.”