Whitewing Warriors Novels & Stories

Alpha Peyton and Deshal scratch their heads wondering “What in hell is happening here.” Whitman has been trying to make his way back to the pack. He doesn't like that his brother commanded him to train with Einar and the other warriors. When he contacted his brother asking the reason for his decision. Peyton informed him that since the rogues were hanging around, he wanted to make sure he was prepared. He doesn't like being away from Wisdom this long. Whitman glances at Einar and mumbles. “Shit as they say out of sight out of mind. I can't let that happen. Who is this damn friend that's visiting her? I wonder is it the asshole that rejected her."

she shouted through her lungs along with the sound of heavy footsteps and burning fleshes. Nanami step further as she dodge from one of the evil warriors’ flaming sword. She look around and wonder why their adversary seemed not to see her, she was ignored by everybody as she walk across them. Maru’s white warriors were fighting along with them and was mixed by Merfoy’s, making it hard to identify which one should be killed.

No arguments, no miscommunication, just an eternal love bubble. Reality? Very different. We argued. We misunderstood each other. We liked different things. I didn’t know if it was because she was human… or if the Moon Goddess was testing me. Or maybe it was just the se.xual frustration talking. Twelve days. It had been twelve da.mn days. Thankfully, my warriors were all mated and had a dose of perspective. On a recent car ride, I brought it up. They laughed at me, then got real.

Hardly has he spoken or the ground begins to shake. In the distance, two giant werewolves approach. There are pups on their backs. "The King and Queen," Drina exclaims. When they are at a distance, the wolves stop and the pups step off their backs. The two shift and pull a loincloth around their waists that one of the pups hands to them. Queen Florence takes over the babies from the older pups and stays at a distance. And then the newcomers step closer, two snipers, two with spears and two more with bows and arrows.

I stood near the tall glass windows on the ground floor, watching in sheer horror as Dorian joined Aiden on the frontlines to fight Harold and his heavy assault units. The clash between the two massive armies was a very big, brutal clash. The air was filled with the deafening sounds of clashing swords, loud gunfire, roaring wolves, and breaking stone. Blackthorn warriors fought like wild beasts, trying to push their way into our home. But the Fangshade pack was extremely strong and more than capable of protecting themselves on their own soil. Our elite warriors stood their ground like an unshakeable wall, biting back hard and driving the invaders back into the dirt.

Their combat skills have always been unrivalled. For me, this is a sure victory. Given the fact that my captors are quite a few, I know they do not stand a chance. Not wanting to miss this battle, I decide to use one of the Senecas' eyes. What I see is unexpected! The white-haired witch is a formidable warrior! She is hurling a blue flame at my warriors and they immediately melt. Whoever gets as much as a lick from the flame screams so loudly before literally melting. Darn it! I once again grossly underestimated these idiots!

Roll down the window. Theria pressed the power window button, and the window slid out of sight. An eerie whistling filled the night air and seemed to get closer, "I think that's what we are looking for, right?" "Yeah, I think so," Warren paused, "How did the whistling work again? The louder it is, the safer we are, or was it the other way around." Theria went red, and a weak smile appeared on her face, "I forgot too," She giggled.

Six months ago, White Mountain They tossed her around among them. "Who wants the youngest of the fairy's little warriors?" one of the massive southern fairies shouted as he toyed with Prenah, ripping her luminous silky robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel southern warriors struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her olive skin.

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.

Since the White Tiger warcraft did not launch the first attack this time, the opponents were caught off guard by the appearance of the Black Hawk warcraft. By the time they reacted, they had lost several warcraft just like that. Pilots of the White Tiger warcraft were instantly furious. When had they ever been humiliated like this? They were the main warcraft team of the white tiger territory. As long as they made a move, the opponents would either surrender or be easily obliterated. They had never suffered such a big loss before.