Yellowfang Warriors Novels & Stories

However, she changed her mind when she thought of how Archfiend Antigonus tried to find the Demon tribe. Yooda had left with 5000 warriors half a day ago, and there had still not been any news. He probably had not found the new territory yet. Under those circumstances, running into a barely alive Demon warrior might be a stroke of luck. "Yes, Honorable Fiend Martyr." The fiend warriors called out in agreement. Together with Morticia, they returned to the camp with Oliver in tow.

Those who hated her might hire someone from his estate to hurt her better yet endanger them both. Even though fighting over the throne is quite rare, there are still some families vying for it. In the world of the wolves, the strongest will always be the Alpha, and it just happens that most of the Fang's blood holds the most powerful bloodline and has the blood of warriors in them.

"What about your studies?" Spencer laughed coldly. "Do you think they're concerned about that? My academic performance isn't going well, Clyde, so Dad said I should just join the WW Force and become someone he can be proud of." He shook his head and scoffed. "That WW Force is nonsense. The werewolves aren't real in the first place. What they should do is find the true perpetrator of those massacres." ***** CALLIE was busy stuffing her belongings into her bag when her Mama Mercy peered out the door of her room.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

SOPHIA POV The air was stiff while taking a walk with Xylah, this was because none of us wanted to be in the same company as each other.. As we walked, I heard noises and cheers going on in the distance. "What's that noise?" I asked. "They are recruiting new wolves to join the army," she replied. "You do not want to go there, the men there will be covered in their own sweat and blood," she complains. "Yuck right?" She asked but stopped talking when she noticed my interest. "Oh I forgot, you used to be a beta, those are your thing," she mumbles.

Closing his eyes he starts again. “The Red Fang territory is basically a box surrounded on four sides by other packs. White Fang is to the east, White Moon is to the north, Red Moon is to the west and Crescent Moon to our south. We’re already allied with White Fang and White Moon packs. They are the ones in charge of our warrior training. Red Moon hates us and actually sold off some of their land to create a buffer between us and them but that didn’t keep dad from trying to get a betrothal out of them. It took nearly a year before dad gave up trying to ally with those who hate us and started talking to the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. They have a huge territory, an impressive warrior pro

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

The warriors at my side mirrored my stance, ready to defend our Alpha at all costs. The rogue Alpha laughed, a cruel and mocking sound that echoed through the clearing. "You think you can take on our entire pack? We are stronger, more ruthless than you can imagine." Without hesitation, the battle erupted. Fangs clashed, claws tore through fur, and the air filled with the chorus of snarls and growls. I fought with a ferocity that surpassed my previous encounters, driven by the urgency to free Alpha Damien from their clutches. The warriors fought bravely at my side, each showcasing their own unique skills and strengths. Together, we formed a formidable force, pushing back the rogues with relen

I said with a slow step backwards. They followed, their eyes suddenly starting to glow, their features darkening as their wolves surged. What? They were going into heat right here in the middle of the dance floor and damn it all to hells, I was dinner. "Control yourselves you assholes!" I snarled. "I'm not on the table." "But baby you are." One of them smiled and I shivered, chilled. "She is mine!" I looked around frantically for help... a bouncer... or the club owner to save me but I should have known better. This was Sinners, where werewolves came to lose all inhibitions.

Gerard’s face turns bright red with wild rage, thick veins bulging right out in his forehead as he growls horribly, "My claws are going to kill your body!" In an instant, over a hundred Blackfang rogue members flood straight into the room, their faces twisted with dark menace. Several of them give off a super fierce warrior presence, and it is totally obvious that they are highly skilled fighters from the iron arenas. In a flash, Gerard's men completely surround my body and the others. Lydia shouts out, "Mr. Blackfang, are your brains absolutely sure you want to escalate this small matter to an all-out pack war? This won't end well for anyone in this room!"