Nightcloud Warriors 소설 & 이야기

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Callista’s POV It was night. Black as a beetle's belly. And each of my warriors, a storm cloud against the pale dawn, stood poised, ears perked, eyes reflecting the glint of the coming battle. This wasn't a hunt; this was vengeance. My revenge. “Are you ready, warriors?” I asked through the mental link. “Awoo!” they grunted and howled in unison, signifying they were ready. Their eyes are like embers, burning the same fire I feel. I am not hunting tonight. This is payback, raw, and mean.

Nico’s wolf howled loudly into the sky. I don’t understand what’s going on. We are protected, and I didn’t sense any presence within our range until an overcast slowly gulped us. Nico shifted into his human form, and his elite warriors followed. It’s still early afternoon, and the dark clouds surrounding us obstruct our view of the sunlight. “What the fuck is this? He growls, slowly turning around to meet my gaze.

The warriors started arriving on the second day. They came in trucks and on foot, in packs of ten and twenty, from territories I'd only seen as names on Zoe's maps. Silvermoon's contingent was first. Sixty fighters in matching grey, led by Freya's Beta, a woman named Astrid who moved like a blade wrapped in silk. Nightrunner sent forty five, lean and fast, scouts and strikers who communicated in hand signals I didn't recognize. Ironhide brought seventy, every one of them built like Remus.

When we were ready, I folded my hands in front of me, along with the other warriors. “Moon Goddess, please accept these fallen warriors of the Snow Warriors Pack. Please, do not judge them harshly.” I straightened my head. “Even though they were attacking us, they were still warriors and were doing the will of their Alpha. Please welcome them into the Happy Hunting Grounds of their forefathers.” I gave the signal, and my men lit the pyre and purple smoke rose to the heavens, carrying the souls of the fallen warriors with it. “Make sure the fire doesn’t get out of control,” I said to Mason. “Nikoa, come with me, and I’ll show you to your room. I have plans for tonight, but you’re welcome to s

Tomorrow's battle wouldn't wait. The following evening arrived far too quickly. One moment I was reviewing battle plans, the next the sun was setting and it was time to move. I stood in the main courtyard as hundreds of warriors assembled. They came from a dozen different packs, wearing different colours and carrying different weapons, but united in purpose. The sight of them all together made my chest tight with something that might have been hope. "Warriors!" My voice carried across the courtyard. "In less than an hour, the nightwalkers will begin their ritual. They plan to transform hundreds of young wolves into vessels for their souls. We are here to stop them."

The clash of steel and the snarl of wolves filled the valley, a deafening symphony of war that shook the ground beneath their feet. Aria fought at the front, her blade a streak of silver as she cut through Kieran’s advancing wolves. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and churned earth. All around her, the warriors of Moonfall and Blackwood collided with Kieran’s forces, their howls reverberating through the cliffs like the echoes of ancient gods.

"Please recall the origin of my specimens, Ms. Spitz. As veterans, they have sustained many injuries in war and it is fun to let them play together. But in such an aseptic environment there is unlikely to be anything more than a little pain." "Okay." I nodded as that made sense with all of the biosecurity measures. They were astrosoldiers after all. I couldn't really say much as I hadn't studied this population yet. I wanted my words to hold weight eventually. I didn't look at his feet and fought my nature. I wouldn't bend, I reminded myself, for a criminal who was here for a dark reason. And soon, his feet would harden with callouses as he was a hardened veteran of the front lines.