Whitewing Warriors Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry this will hurt Star, don't try to stop it. We’ve gotta shift now.” I felt my legs snap and my arms. I cried out in pain before my back made a sickening pop. I crumbled to the floor for a moment taking my time to adjust. I stood slowly looking down at myself.I was human again and very naked. It was freezing out here. I didn’t have the chance to breathe as I felt pain all over. I looked over at Cain crumpled up on the ground. I had to do this quick. I, Star Whitlock, of the Blazing Moon Paxk reject you Cain Finch. I held my chest feeling like someone was ripping it out, this pain was excruciating.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Felix and his warriors were awaiting the enemies at the White Claw pack. Everyone was safely evacuated so that unnecessary casualties could be avoided. The pack awaited the enemies to strike at any time. They stood vigilant with their senses on high alert. It was much quieter since there were no kids playing around outside, elders telling the youngsters stories of the past and women, chatting the night away with some gossip. It's usually lively, but it's eerie, and the tensions were high. The silence between them was thick and heavy, filled with every warrior's doubts and fears.

The rogue army equally chanted in a loud voice and beat their weapons against their shield, then ran at the oncoming warriors. Both armies met in the middle of the grassy land. The sound of their collision was terrible and harsh to the ears: the screeching of iron on iron as shields met, the barking and snarling of the frontline wolves as they tore at each other, the painful yells of dozens of Lycan warriors as they were stabbed or speared or torn apart to death.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

Rick straightened in his chair and frowned. "You want us to team up with vampires... to fight vampires?" he said with distaste. Willow placed both the palms of her hands on the table and leaned forward. "I know it sounds ludicrous but our fight is only with the creatures of Vilaria. So yes, if we have a shot at winning, I think we should take it." "And King Wes, you say he came here with you? The last time I saw you, you wanted to put a knife in his heart. Now you are saying he's the good guy. How am I supposed to gamble everything we have built on your fickle mind?"

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

The whole pack had gathered around us spreading silence. I threw the glass of wine, which shattered, breaking that eerie silence. She is getting on my nerves now. I went towards that Pearl moon pack Warrior "Where is she?" I asked holding his neck. "Who?" He asked terrified. "Your little sister' I said sarcastically, "We don't know" his mate responded for him. I grabbed his neck harder, choking him, I swear I could kill him today. He was turning red and was dangling above the ground. His human mate made futile attempts to free her mate from my hold.

Hearing those words made my wolf jump with glee. I shifted into my beautiful white wolf. ***** White wolves are very rare in the world of werewolves. Our powers are more remarkable, our speed is faster, and our bodies are more powerful. Our senses are more heightened than those of typical wolves. Numerous ancient prophecies have mentioned the existence of white wolves as well as their abilities. White wolves were referred to in the prophecies as Moon Goddess warriors, saviours and protectors of the supernatural world, among other things. A white wolf is a powerful creature with exceptional abilities.

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m