Willowpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”

She generously offered to watch over the babies while the packs are battling. As our group signs in for their fights, it looks like tomorrow will be the longest day. There are just over 3300 warriors that will be battling for points and to win tomorrow’s challenge. From our pack, there will be 16 warriors. As we’re signing in, Rik, Cara and their pack arrive. I haven’t seen Lily since she was born and after saying hello, I snag her from Cara. Eli and I had talked about trying for a pup after the tournament and ever since, it’s been on my mind. With my Guardian sisters both having pups of their own in the last couple of months it has brought it to the forefront of my mind.

“Come on, Willow, you can do this baby!” my mother screams as I square up against Damien. It was training time and I was shaking in my skin fighting against the biggest underage wolf in our pack. We both turned 18 in a few days and had to prove ourselves as warriors. I see him tense just before his twists left and throws a punch. Dodging his arm, I kick him in the ribs. The breath leaves his body at the impact, but it doesn’t stop him. He charges me and I jump to the side, swinging my body onto his back just as he shifts under me. I panic, I have never seen someone underage shift so quickly and smoothly. His fur a deep red and his wolf, Dante howls and twists trying to bite me. I make myself

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a

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?"

"Do you want me to tell you?" "Yes!" They screeched. "Do you know who's the best warrior of this pack?" "Who?" "Willow. She's a strong female warrior and is the captain of her division. Would you guys like to go see them train one day?" They better say yes; I'm tired of being in this nursery daily! "Yes!" They all screamed excitedly. "Do you want to know one last secret?" "Ugh, so many secrets!" I laughed at the boy and raised my hand.

With that, the warriors started gathering their weapons and supplies, preparing to embark on the search that would test their limits and forge an unbreakable bond among them. The journey ahead would be arduous and fraught with danger, but the warriors were ready to face whatever obstacles that laid in their path. They were the warriors of the black pool pack so it was no surprise, and they would not rest until Leila was seen. Deep in their heart, they just hoped she would be alive when they found her and they ain't going to be dead either 'cause outside was cold. "come and eat with me." I heard one of the warriors say. He was inviting others to come join him. I watched them gather around on

If he knew who he was against he probably wouldn't be saying all of these, for he was one of the few warriors that was against my banishment, being a very close friend and ally to my Father. "This is no time for talks and all, Elder Thompson." Rowan said, anger etched in his voice as he walked towards the old werewolf, his loyal warriors backing him up. "Now you listen and listen carefully, Elder Thompson, this should be the very last time you'd come against my direct orders, is that clear?" Waiting for no reply, he turned towards the other warriors. "Today we shall go to the long awaited battle and we shall come out victorious. Who's with me?" Rowan cried. All the warriors raised their claw

Even at full strength, we couldn’t take on this many. Then—crashing through the broken stone door from earlier—Elijah’s team appeared like a wall of hope. Wolves in different coats—brown, gray, black—charging in with deadly precision. I recognized some of the fiercest warriors from our border units, rogues turned loyalists, and the best fighters we had. They clashed with the Shadow Blood warriors instantly, filling the room with the sounds of claws and snarls, of bodies hitting stone, of roars that shook the air.

Silence made people speak honestly. She gestured to the chair facing hers. “Sit. Rest your feet.” He did, with a sigh that escaped him before he could hide it. His warriors stayed near the door, their backs straight, their eyes alert. “Tell me your name.” Morwen folded her hands in her lap. “Rowden,” he answered. “I was the Alpha of the Willowgarde Pack. My people were scattered.” “How many survived?” “Twenty-six,” he said. “Maybe more, but those are the ones with me.”