Warrior Cats Apprentice Ceremony の小説・ストーリー

We had never bothered to ask anybody to join our group again since that day, we had decided to participate in the tournament alone. We are enough. Then on saturday, we went to the ceremony the pack usually organised before the begining of the tournament. The ceremony was held in the night. When we got to the meeting hall, the others were already there, waiting. After some minutes, Alpha Xander came in and we bowed. The ceremony was just about swearing with our wolf's blood to not betray the pack and not to do anything against the rules and regulations. It took us more than three hours before we ended the ceremony and decided to go back home.

"These are the prize screenshots from the first competition. Anyone who wants them can step onto the platform." The host smiles meaningfully. "Only the first two people on stage get to compete." Finally, another beta warrior and I stand on the platform, ready to begin battle. The host says nothing but smiles, then displays a text introduction. I suddenly realize what it is. It's a detailed description of the key moments from mine and Damien's wedding night. The night of our mating ceremony. Because we completed the werewolf bond that night, we were both wild with passion.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

Do they realize the trauma they're forcing me to visit? The poison in the handcuffs makes my hands numb and itch uncontrollably. When the office doors open, that's what I try to focus on, not on the fourteen people staring at me. There's a rule in the Council: every candidate to an alpha position must attend the meetings accompanied by the warrior of that said pack, which means if this was a normal meeting, my father would be standing behind Devin.

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

I can't let my father see any weakness. “When do you want the ceremony?” I ask, keeping my voice low. “After your championship game.” He pulls out a folder, sliding it across the desk. “The elders have already approved. We will hold the formal claiming ceremony here, in front of the pack, and make it official.” I don't touch the folder. “Fine.” “There's the matter of the bonding ritual.” Warren's eyes narrow slightly. “You understand what that entails? The blood exchange. The marking. Once it's done, it's permanent.”

I inhale, feeling the air burn in my lungs. Then I speak. “I claim the title of Alpha,” I say, voice ringing across the hall. “Not because I want power—but because this pack deserves someone who will fight for them with everything they have.” A powerful thrum rolls through my chest—my wolf rising in agreement. Rowan nods once. “Then let the ceremony begin.” --- The Ritual of Recognition The torches dim. The elders gather around me in a circle, chanting the old words of allegiance. Energy ripples through the air, brushing over my skin like static.

“Yes. When do you plan to do the ceremony?” “When he and Charles return from the territory sweep I have them doing, apparently Valentino had a private camp for Henry to take advantage of and another one that has Alpha pups, his and others within starting at the age of 5. He is training them to be high warriors. Powerful warriors that are hard for normal warriors to overcome.” “Shit… Okay, let me know when the ceremony is so that Jade and I can join.” “I will.”

To his knowledge, Na’Himara were not usually present at such ceremonies, and he wondered what circumstances called for them to be here this time. The apprentices formed a line facing the platform, with Randey and his two friends on one side, the other nine completing it, three of whom were women. The First Commander looked them over with pride. “You have all trained long and hard in your quest to become Black Knights. You came to us as youths, and now have become fine fighters. The Blade Master and myself judge you prepared to bear the mantle of the Grenyaar.” The apprentices glanced at one another, grinning.

The two wolves were taking them to the gym the next day to begin teaching the art of self-defense. Though tired, two of the women, Marta and Sheila, helped cook and had no problem following Madayah's direction in the kitchen. Amy sent wolves bearing gifts of extra chairs for the table and bedding for their new additions. Dinner was less comfortable than the previous weeks with the new additions. Nicolas waited until everyone finished before speaking about his and Vorlyk's plan. "In two nights, we will hold an allegiance ceremony. If you wish to join with my pack, you will give your fealty to Vorlyk and become part of his clan. Each and every one of you will honor him or tell us your plans to