Warriors Crowfeather 소설 & 이야기

"It could be—if the Alpha abused it. But here? Everyone has a role, we pay omegas fairly, no one bullies anyone. Everyone contributes to the pack." Sounded nice. But I wasn’t sold. There were always people who abused power in subtle ways. I didn’t say that out loud though. "What’s your rank?" I asked instead. "Warrior. Beta blood," she said proudly. "Do you train?" "Yep! Been building muscle ever since I got my wolf." She grinned and flexed. I laughed. "Impressive." She beamed. When we reached her wing, she gave me a grand tour, brimming with joy. It was adorable. Like I was visiting for the first time—even though I designed it. She seemed genuinely surprised at how well it turned out. I did

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

(Captain Falcon) Captain Falcon, staying true to his name, he is actually a Demi-Human of Hawk Tribe, his head were just simply a falcon head, with beak and all, with his humanoid body and wings behind him, he is just your average man. Sometimes I wonder just how they differentiate each others as most of them always looked the same to me, thankfully their uniforms have name tags, if not there will be a lot of confusion. “Welcome Back, Your Highness…”.(Holgun Iron Horn)

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

Her light cotton candy smell appealed to him, “What about you? Have you chosen?” Warren cleared his throat, “Yes, I want to join the crew of the Scald Crow. If I can help people negotiate this new world, then I want to.” Elphame smiled and held Warren's hand, “Excellent, we’ll get you started today.” Theria gripped his hand and gave him the cute dimpled smile, “Don’t you have something to ask me, Warren?” she used a sweet and alluring voice. It took Warren ten seconds to find his nerve, “Theria, you are a beautiful young woman, but I don’t know you…” Therias soft fingers touched his lips,

“We have to. But how?” He looked thoughtful. “There’s someone who might help. The Crow Master. If anyone knows about new faces in this territory, it’s him.” He gave a signal to another guard, who bowed and disappeared. Within minutes, the Crow Master appeared. He wore a hoodie, always acting mysteriously and smelling of ash and old parchment. His voice was rough, like dry leaves. “You summoned me, my King?” he croaked. Ryker nodded. “I want a list of everyone who’s entered the pack in the last moon cycle. Names. Histories. Anything and everything you’ve got.”

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

The man uttered a high-pitched scream. “That was just a taste.” Kane said, casually as if discussing the weather. He drew back again, watching the man’s face intently. Joffrey sat on a crate, observing the scene, seemingly disinterested. The whip cracked again, this time drawing blood. I noticed one of the men had a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I went closer to inspect it. I recognized it as the mark of the Bloodlust Warriors, a Canadian pack. I grabbed the man by the hair, growling, “You are from the Bloodlust Warriors. Why are you here?”

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.