Willowpelt Warriors 소설 & 이야기

"Tell me everything you found out. “My prince, '' says one of the warriors. They are not very well organized. It's based on their large numbers. " "Do they have a leader?" Kellan asks as he approaches them. "Yes they have, it's a rogue named Brian Willis from what we can understand." says the warrior. "Brian Willis?" asks Michael and Morris at the same time. "How do we know that name?" Dominic asks, looking at them. "I know him," says Philip. "He was a warrior in Blood Moon Pack, and you know him too."

“Did you learn anything of use?” “Greyhide Canyon have allied with Sable Stalker and Bloodpelt Prowler,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. She wouldn’t believe me; she never did anymore. “They plan to attack Winterpaw Warrior in two months, on the night of the blood moon.” “Well,” she said, shuffling papers without looking at them, “that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” “How can that be construed as a good thing?” “None of those packs are our allies, sweetheart. They’ll all weaken each other.”

Warriors stood at attention as they passed, blood-streaked and battle-weary, but their gazes followed Kael and Aria with unwavering loyalty. Inside the command tent, the remaining Council members waited—Elder Rowan, the ancient wolf of Wintermere, his silver hair braided with wolfbone; Velric, Alpha of the Eastern Claw, his arm in a sling and face set in stone; and two others, their eyes shadowed with suspicion and uncertainty. Kael didn’t wait for formalities. He stepped into the center and placed a bloodied fang on the war table—a fang torn from the Crimson Fang leader’s second-in-command, a brutal warrior named Maras who had nearly broken through their rear lines.

"We gather here today to say farewell to the 9 lost warriors from yesterdays battle. One of them thankfully survived and are in the infirmary now. Adam Williams, Cuff Howled, Crook Howler, Nona Quinn, Max Jr, Benjamin Rouchouser, Seymour Lastlor, Zack Eastern, and Ethan Pandra." Eli said dejectedly while looking out over the crowd of tear-stain-faced wolves. People cried over there lost ones, making my heart sink. The nine bodies laid in there caskets as their ds and family morn over them. I bite my lip while I realize they all died because of me, all these people cried, because of me.

"I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis." Cathal declared and held his sword in front of him ready to fight anybody who wished to attack him. Following his words, the four knights behind him too held their swords, their eyes sharp and on high alert. They gazed around the hall, counting the number of people who seemed to be ready to attack them.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

she said. I started thinking about the surrounding packs and which one would be my best bet. Howling Mountain was known to have good warriors, enough to keep their pack safe and make anybody think twice about attacking, but they were a lot like my pack also. Kept to themselves. So I doubt they would willing invite me in to train. Blood Moon was known to be the vicious and merciless warriors but only when needed. Everyone knew the name. They have won countless wars in the past losing only a small number of warriors on their side each time. But would they agree to train a 17-year-old girl who hasn’t shifted yet? Guess there’s only one way to find out.

He looked at me surprised, “I just told you that I am not forcing you to pledge your loyalty to me.” “And that is why I am pledging my loyalty. I am not a fan of someone trying to force my hand. Now that it is an option and not a demand, I am willing,” I smirk, “I, Willow Michelsen do hereby pledge my life and my loyalty to Alpha Ronan Wilkes and to the Blood River Pack.”

It’ll take all three of us to bring him down. “It’ll be okay Maliyah. You must believe that.” “I know, it’s just hard knowing not everyone will be coming home.” Aspen doesn’t say a word at my comment but does come to hug me. He too has his people willingly participating in this war. Those that are staying behind are continuing on with their bonfire. I can see sadness on many faces but they are trying to hide it so the kids remain in the dark. Warriors begin to gather by the lake and are forming into their assigned groups. Each group has a head witch or warlock to transport the group.

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.