Whitewing Warriors Novels & Stories

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

Could she have been purposefully hiding them? It would've made sense for her to be ashamed of them. The only ones who wore scars like those proudly were Blood Whores, Dhampir women who willingly let Moroi men bite them during sex in exchange for favors—or even just for the thrill of the high. And that's exactly what this vile, two-faced, narcissistic, sack of shit had reduced her to. A Blood Whore. "Speaking of your recent victory," chimed Adrian from across the table, "whatever became of that Sage Princess?"

An assassination needed to be clean and sometimes staged so that it can't be traced back to the source. I would guess that these bastards were members of the Rogue Pack too. As the name implies, they're a Pack of rogue werewolves. The worst of the bunch. They do all sorts of criminal activities and assasination seemed to be their most valuable product. These guys were probably only battered because Athena was fighting back. But, she was losing and she was losing terribly. She was losing a lot of blood from her injuries as well. She staggered as she tried to move but just before she fell, I was there, my hand under her torso as I kept her upright.

The forest loomed ahead, its dark silhouettes blurred by the blizzard. At my sides, the pack moved in perfect formation. GrayCrest wolves formed the vanguard, their steps steady and deliberate. To our left and right, allied forces spread out, forming a crescent that stretched into the treeline. Despite the storm, every movement was precise, every warrior holding their position with discipline.

He dashed to Whitney's side as he exclaimed anxiously, "Winnie! Let's go! These men are from the Riverville Warrior League! We can't afford to offend them!" "The Riverville Warrior League?" Whitney asked in confusion. Fergus nodded. "They are one of the largest organizations of martial artists in Riverville. All the members are strong and can't be underestimated." "That idiot, Sebastian, is a dead man walking now that he has beaten up people from the Riverville Warrior League! Let's just go…" Fergus explained as he dragged Whitney away. However, Whitney dug her heels in and refused to move. "What is it?" Fergus asked worriedly.

replied Jenifer. Naomi forgot that this Jenifer was not a weak werewolf, she was endowed with fighting power trained directly by fighting werewolves. Jenifer also practiced karate to protect herself from people who tried to harm her. "But you have to find out who did this despicable thing," Naomi retorted. "I'm just an ordinary student, I wonder if my teacher will believe me," Jenifer said coldly. "You are my father's son, Marquis Uwais," Naomi retorted.

Like lightning, he turned into a flowing light and tried to kill Ding Hao directly. "Be careful..." The Whaleton Warrior shouted and sighed in his heart. He was sure that Ding Hao would die because this group of demon-like masked men in black armor was too cruel and powerful. However, in the next instant, he widened his eyes. Swish! The Sword Light flashed like the stars in the night sky.

"Perfected Immortal White-brow! Please give me a hand!" White-brow Solitarian frowned but charged at Xiao Chen as requested. None-flower Dust and Yi Tong moved as well, stopping the new attacker. Yi Tong laughed. "Outsiders aren't allowed to interfere in the Battle of the Emperors. White-brow kiddo, why don't you play with us instead?" "You seek death!" White-brow Solitarian swiped his horsetail whisk at them, attacking them with a wave of ice fragments. Yi Tong and None-flower Dust shifted aside, dodging the attack.

Although they didn't know how many Ferin's men had and who he was cooperating with. The sound of swords rubbing and touching echoed throughout the forest. A very terrible sight when seen from the sky. White and black groups, like the color of the pieces in a chess game. Appalachia vampires, Hamakua vampires, and warriors Redwood Pack dressed in all white. Meanwhile, Ferin and his subordinates wore black robes. Ferin fights with Carlen; like a black chess king and a white chess king. They are trying to kill each other so that this war ends quickly.

Hence, they were forced to just bear with it. A warrior from the Compass Pavilion shook his head and said, "Even if we wanted revenge, there's still the question of who would get it. Both Wilde and Lester are from the White Phoenix Clan. The White Phoenix Clan is a holy grade clan. They're not people I can touch. I've heard that the two of them are chosen disciples. None of us would be able to beat them!" Those words caused the warriors from Hestia Continent to be even more miserable. The reality was too cruel. Even if they wanted to revenge, they could not get it.