Novel & Cerita Yellowfang Warriors

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

I needed a clear mind in order to think of what next I ought to do. Gerald and I then engaged in a lively exchange of blows. The clash of our wooden swords echoed in the courtyard. I felt the familiar surge of elation- the adrenaline that coursed through my veins as I parried Gerald's attacks. With each swing of my sword, my mind cleared as that familiar surge of happiness accompanied each swing and parry. My brother and I's practice was a spirited bout while our movements were a dance of practiced precision. After a few hours of the exhilarating practice, Gerald and I decided to call it a day. Exhausted but exhilarated, we collapsed onto the courtyard floor, catching our breaths. As we lay

When our palms met, the fierce, unshakeable resonance of our mate bond surged between us, steadying my racing pulse. We turned and walked out of the tent into the freezing morning. The strike force had already gathered in the central clearing. Sixty-eight warriors stood in silent formation, their breath rising in synchronized, pale plumes against the iron sky. Jarek’s Frostpeak warriors formed the northern vanguard, their white bear pelts making them look like ghosts against the dusting of fresh snow. Reka’s Shadowfang archers stood to the flank, quivers bristling with black-fletched broadhead arrows. Kael and Marcus stood at the center, leading twenty of our heaviest melee fighters.

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

Rolling the sword within my hand I dared them mentally to just try and attack me. "JAYNA, XAVIER COME HERE!" I shouted out and then listened for a response. I sniffed the air and caught the scent of my child and started to travel in that direction. When I heard snarling I began to run. Raising the sword in my hand I entered the clearing to see Jayna being held by a warrior. She was weeping and Xavier was trying to get her back from the asshole. I raised my hand at Xavier as I slowly crept up behind the male holding Jayna. In one quick jump, I sliced through the warrior's neck, getting him to push Jayne from his grasp and turn towards me with deep red narrowed eyes. "They are vampire and demo

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

The Crimson Fang members, fueled by desperation and anger, launched themselves at us with dangerous weapons without Mercy. Seeing that we were without weapons, I uttered a word, using the power in me to call out for dangerous weapons. Different sizes of swords and daggers fell at our front, taking the rest of the crew aback. “ Arm yourself with those weapons,” I said, grabbing a sword. Everyone grabbed their sword and the battle began. We fought back, our powers clashing in a display. But despite our best efforts, Ash and Sunny, two of our crew members, soon found themselves pinned down by Crimson Fang’s skilled fighters.

By the looks of things, the warriors weren’t doing well and looked to be losing the battle. As I charged toward them, it didn’t take long for all of their attention to turn on me. I nearly froze in my tracks when I got a better look at them. They looked possessed with bright, glowing red eyes and big globs of saliva dripping from their bloody mouths. I had seen feral wolves before, but this was different. I snapped out of my shocked state and pushed forward. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Those warriors needed us. I don’t know what they are, but be careful. I warned Emma through the mind-link.

When the light on these people was restrained, Zephyr Khan and the others finally saw their faces clearly. He saw it! These people had slightly tanned skin, were tall and strong, and their fur was yellow and white. Obviously, they were local warriors who lived in the western region for a long time. "Who are you?" Zephyr Khan looked at the group of people and asked indifferently. "Humph! We're from the Iron Fist Academy!" The leader of the group, a yellow-haired man, said in an extremely arrogant tone. He stood there and glanced coldly at Zephyr Khan and the others.

Arrayed in the packed courtyard, hundreds of Silver Fang warriors stood armed and ready, grim purpose stealing their forms. The pack's elite battalions of fighters were here, beside new recruits scarcely old enough to lift a blade - boy and girl alike, volunteering driven by stirred passions for lost kin to be avenged at long last. It was a fearsome force, bred of desperation and simmering rage too long left unanswered. I prayed that it would be enough to counter River's dark cunning. Because if we failed now, there would be no coming back to try again. This was all we had left to give.