Novel & Cerita Yellowfang Warriors

It was the first sense of seriousness he'd displayed all evening. We all waited quietly until the Queen finally decided to speak up. "The—the Western Isles have sided with...them." "With them," Natalie asked as Chris read the letter over Lissa's shoulder, "Surely you don't mean—" "That's exactly what she means," Chris blurted. "According to Tatiana, Dhampir in the Western Isles are now being enlisted to join their regiment at 12 years of age and those who cannot fight are being given positions within the kingdom without pay. Just like those íonachta fucks said."

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

"We are a pack of cats and wolves each holding equal rights within Vorlyk's clan, but I thank you for your greeting on behalf of us all." Fucking great. Zenya and The Kodiak would kill each other over word games before the sun rose the following morning. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess?

Dressed in all black, they moved with the grace of hungry predators, carrying deadly weapons, with eyes glowing red, reflecting the fire within their souls. Some of them even camouflaged so well with my pack's warriors that it was hard to tell them apart. My breath sounded loud in my ears, so much so that it caused pain in my jaw from clenching and grinding my teeth. We all had a single-minded purpose. To destroy, kill, humiliate. An eye for an eye. My heart raced when I sighted allies from the Silver Syndicates armed to the teeth. The North Fangs didn't take chances this time. They outnumbered us.

I asked, throwing some more sweet buttery popcorn into my mouth. Dad shook his head, hands wrapping around his cane as if trying to shake off the confusion, “I want to understand your movie son- but the sandix is the heart of the universe right? Isn’t that why the Algorians and the…uh...” “Ishcans.” “Right, the Ishcans as well as the rebel planets wanted the sandix, so how the hell did it turn out to be Valeria?” “Dad, it’s all explained in the movie,” I dragged, I was not about to explain a whole 3 hrs. event.

The constellation on his sternum throbbed in a defensive sapphire hue, creating a thermal dome that kept the air breathable for us, but the atmosphere beyond this bubble reeked of old blood and overheated iron. A collective, deranged howl rose from the outer valleys. It was not the coordinated song of a hunting pack; it was a shriek of cannibal madness. The thousands of warriors who had followed the Gray Fang clan’s rebel captains were not taking tactical positions. They tore off their chainmail with their own claws, bit their wooden shields until their teeth splintered, and ran on all fours toward the lower walls of Blood Moon—their eyes completely white, blinded by the radiation from the l

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

~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.

Session after session it clicked and we had finally become best of friends. We had become so close that we usually shared most elite tasks regarding the states affairs together, giving us the nickname "Nemesis Trio" the name being quite self explanatory. Me being the main executioner, Ian the reckless one with devilish ideas and Scarlet, the one who kept the group sane when she wasn't drastically increasing her body counts. With time I had gotten a name for myself,'The Red Dame". A title resulting from how cruel and bloodthirsty I could be when my very little patience had been stretched beyond its limits. Though it wasn't the best I would want to be tagged with, I wasn't complaining.

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.