Whitewing Warriors Novels & Stories

And, ACTION! "Yaaa!!! Attack!!" Hui (Qingxi) shouted before whipping her horse to move forward with a sword in both hands while a bow and arrow was hung loosely on her shoulders. "Whitewing! Attack the army. Bluewing, form the defense. The redwing will attack the governor-general and the personals in the center along with me and governor!" Hui yelled before taking out her sword and slashing through the neck of the first soldier of the opposite army.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”

Cassian’s POV The air in the courtyard was thick with the scent of salt, wet fur, and the metallic tang of anticipation. Forty warriors, the absolute elite of the four primary packs, stood in perfect, silent formation. They were not armed with the heavy steel of traditional warfare. Instead, they carried obsidian blades and silver-tipped spears: weapons designed by Leo and Julian to disrupt magical frequency rather than just cut through flesh. They were silent, their eyes fixed on Winnie and me with a devotion that was as humbling as it was terrifying.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Hiyojin empowered the warriors who let fear engulfed them. Many warriors were motivated while others are shaking on their ground. A quick second pass and the ground started to calmed. The warriors strengthen their stand. Suddenly, a tentacles pierced most of the warriors body. This attacked was a surprise one, for no one really noticed it except the three high ranked warriors. "Evade it!" Galatrina shouted through her lungs. The remaining group of warriors avoided the second attack. But it's not over. Suddenly, a hordes of arrow but much bigger rained down. This was another surprise attack from the enemy. Even Galatrina didn't expect this one.

They were real humans, and they were armed. As the men burst through the door, Russe transformed to his werewolf form and swung his claws, deflecting their blows with ease. He fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. One of the men landed a blow on Russe’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. But just as Russe was about to be overwhelmed, he heard the howling sounds approaching. A group of werewolves appeared, armed with long, sharp claws. They charged towards the men, cutting them down with ease.

They could see now see some part of the face of these creatures as they devour the fleeing warrior, his blood-stained their mouth and part of their faces, and this gave visibility to the warriors looking from afar. Just like these creatures are transparent to humans, humans are transparent to it also. The rest of the warriors could see from afar how he met with his death. The distance didn’t allow them to see the image well as they stopped to watch and mourn the death of their fellow warrior. They gave him a minute's silence and promised never to tell anyone at home that he died while fleeing because the memories of cowards are said not to be worthy of remembrance. One of the warriors who ha

He staggered, and I drove my silver blade deep into his thigh, severing the muscle. He collapsed, wincing in agony. The battlefield was chaotic. It was filled with growls, screams and the sound of bodies hitting the ground. Boone fought like his life depended on it. His claws sliced through wolves as he disabled his opponents. Rod was all fangs and power. Cynthia’s strength was unmatched—she tore through their ranks, leaving behind a trail of injured warriors. Vivi’s whip was deadly, wrapping around weapons, limbs, throats—anything that left an opening for us to exploit.

she informed me in a trembling voice. "Cover us," I ordered the warrior who was fighting four of them. His fur was matted yellow and red, and his mouth gnawed at their skeletal bodies as one of them dug his razor-sharp teeth into his neck. The crimson blood gurgled out and his painful howl filled the air. He slumped to the ground. More crashing noises followed as the hideous Wendigos kept ramming themselves against the windows of different buildings, hunting the pack members who fought them off.