Warriors Yellowfang Novels & Stories

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.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

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.

“That was the name Logan mentioned after his dream.” Ember nodded. “It’s old. Pre-split wolf history. Some think he was the first omega ever created through corruption—twisted by the Hollow during a solar eclipse. Said to be born without scent, without pack, without memory.” Lilly swallowed. “The Forgotten Fang.” The scout stirred. His mouth opened. And in a voice not his own, he whispered, “It’s not the twins it wants. It’s the flame between them.” Then he collapsed, unconscious. Logan sat with Micah near the training ring, watching warriors practice in half-shifted forms. His feet dangled off the bench, but his eyes were miles away.

This was what Damien was, a killer and a commander in the same breath, his blue eyes calculating even as his teeth drew blood. Gideon's wolf, a massive grey beast, slammed into the breach with three warriors at his flank, and the gap began to close. Enemy wolves who had been pouring through now found themselves trapped between hammer and anvil, and the Shadow Fang showed no mercy. Soren's warriors hit from the left, and the slaughter began in earnest.

Although Huang Xiaoyong did not have any effect during the process of taming the Winged Tiger, he was proud enough to have such a master, so his answer was very proud. Huang Houyi wouldn't betitle Huang Xiaoyong because it wasn’t his contributions. After all, not everyone had the right to have such a master. "What realm is your master in which even seven star beasts can be tamed?" Huang Houyi asked curiously. Huang Xiaoyong recalled the process of taming the strange beasts, and he still felt shocked. Especially when the red-eyed jade python showed its true body, that kind of visual shock would be remembered by Huang Xiaoyong for the rest of his life.

I need Marinah to dig into our history texts and see if she can find anything about the female Warriors that would help us manage her behavior. As we ride through the inlet town once known as Cienfuegos, a few people stop and wave. We've renamed the area Homestead One. Approximately five hundred people live here, including one hundred Shadow Warriors. Among the humans we have a little over one hundred children, several of them Warriors, though it will be years before their beasts emerge.

"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.

"Of course, Master Herman. Even just having your dominant presence inside my citadel is worth every single piece of resource." Even though his mouth says those words, his inner wolf aches at the massive price. These Shadow Fang Warriors possessed extraordinary killing skills, but their minds were also incredibly arrogant and greedy. Each territory job they took was just another excuse to extort the supreme alpha, draining his vaults dry with every outrageous demand.