Warriors Yellowfang Novels & Stories

"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.

He is a rare wolf that is supposed to be born once every two hundred years. Jeremiah's descendants break that rule with Marion, Mirielle, and Max, who are immortal and can be in the water. "Ivy, where are you?" called Max as he kept walking. His feet were led to the direction where Ivory was, and soon Max finally found the girl. Ivory was waiting for him—here, in the millions of cubic meters of water that became Ivory's new habitat. "I'm here, Max," the girl replied, sounding melodic and intimate. What was wrong with Ivory? Wasn't the girl also avoiding Max? However, why was her attitude this time different from Ivory's usual attitude? What was going on with that girl?

It's good since it keeps them on their toes and in tip-top shape. Gamma Theo is explaining that we will be divided into three teams Red, Green, and Yellow, we are at traffic lights now, and I laugh internally. Each team will have 15 members and 1 team leader. It's the luck of the draw, and each name that gets pulled will go to either one of the teams. Finally, my name got called, and I was on the red team. I guess red is one of my favorite colors, and it matches part of my outfit today. Now Jason, Crystal, and Marcel (top place Elite, Alpha, and Luna guard, respectively) take a turn picking up the team's colors. As I said, my lucky day cause I was in group red with Crystal, the Alpha Guard a

Damien and I had remained damaged since we parted with our mate. I eventually decided to send for a shaman. My wolf and I needed to be whole again, but for some reason unknown, we were broken. The Yellow moon pack had withstood attacks for two years now. We were no longer as strong as we used to be. A quarter of our pack had died. Families had been wiped out in the process due to the attacks. Yet Raphael remained at large.

“W-We lied! It’s not ours! We stole it! It belongs to someone else!” My stomach lurches as all the warriors slowly turn toward me, their piercing eyes locking onto my trembling form. The female rogue with yellow teeth now pale as death, raises a shaking finger and points directly at me. “T-That’s the owner of the bag.” The warrior who beheaded the rogue steps toward me, his boots crunching against the fallen leaves. My breath catches as he stops just inches away, towering over me, his dark eyes cold and merciless. “You are trespassing on Blood Fang territory,” he says, his voice a slow, dangerous drawl. “That means you have two choices: bow and identify yourself… or we paint these trees with

"Malakai, take the enforcer squad and flank their trucks! I want every single one of these bastards dead before they can reach the main warehouse!" "They came from the rail corridor, Cassius!" Tavian yelled back, his coat already stained with soot as he directed the defensive line. "They thought we were weak because of the reorganization!" "Show them how weak we are," I growled, moving toward the center of the foundry floor. The Yellow Teeth had been an annoyance for years, a low-level cartel that thrived on the margins of the old Black Eagle territory. They thought that with Duke Gideon gone, the territory was up for grabs. They didn't understand that the Shadowfang Syndicate didn't share t

A group of individuals banished by their parka or had left on free will choosing a life of solitude. As the leader of the 'Tranquill Guardians' , it's affairs rested solely on his shoulders. Living up to his pack's reputation, Alpha Ashnard was both skilled in battles and intellect. His wise decisions had helped him place the pack at the top, maintaining its position there, as no one dared to challenge his authority. Just now he was talking to his Beta, a pure breed werewolf and his best friend and second in command Maccon. He had added some closure on the confidential project he was working on and was dismissed immediately to tend to other matters.

They were at different angles so that each one could strengthen the warriors in their group counter-attacks. Heron’s bloodthirsty wolf has been itching for a fight to release his pent-up aggression from missing his mate, Mikayla. Out by Westpole, which is the name associated with the western border, twenty warriors were patrolling the graveyard shift. And by the time they rapidly killed ten, an additional twenty with yellow eyes emerged from the woods. These rogues stood out for their distinct differences in appearance and body type. Noticeably, they were a foot greater than the average rogue, had green-black fur, and possessed thick muscles along their flanks, forefeet, and hind feet.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" Minahil backed away laughing at her. Arya's harsh breaths calmed down after a while. "I so much despise this Bentley!" She commented for the umpteenth time, it seemed. "I want to have a tiger as a puppy!" Minahil said as an answer. "A tiger?" "Yes, a tiger." Minahil nodded. "A freaking tiger?" Arya widened her eyes. Minahil rolled her eyes but did not reply. She kept on watching Bentley.

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.