Warriors Crowfeather の小説・ストーリー

We all understand that Mom and Dad have worked hard to make the name of Highcrown Walkers clean from Alpha Hughes’ wrongdoing. “Now everything is over, the leader of Highcrown Walkers, Beta Hugo Anderson, is the main alliance of Ethereal Hunters!” Alpha Matthew exclaims, followed by shouts of victory from the Warriors. That night, the Grand mansion is truly filled with happiness. Alpha Matthew acknowledged Lauryn’s hard work and dedication, stating, “You have proven yourself to be a strong and capable warrior, and I am proud of you.” I expressed my gratitude, recognizing the support of my pack and family.

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

It was Colori Phoenix. Under the White Tiger King's lead, the Demon Warrior tribe successfully relocated to new territory just half an hour ago. However, when making sure everyone was here, they realized Oliver and a few thousand Black Tortoise warriors were absent. That had made the White Tiger King and the Black Tortoise King rather anxious, and they had sent Colori Phoenix to look for them. Colori Phoenix was a Red Sparrow, and she could fly at an impossible speed. She was fast enough to avoid the fiend folks if she ran into them.

He's looking at an open window. Thunderhoof, Whitman wolf is running in the eastern border. He also has feelings for Sequoia and Wisdom. He and Whitman fell for her before they discovered the gold triquetra she wears. He and Whitman had planned on not pursuing her when he heard she was pregnant but after seeking her mark they decided Wisdom and Sequoia would be theirs at any cost. Thunderhoof shifts after running into neutral territory. Whitman slides on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He’s looking at almost three hundred men waiting for his orders.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

They emerged from the trees to my left and right and behind me. Four of them. Silvercrest warriors in patrol gear, weapons drawn. None of them wore the neutral expression of pack guards doing a routine job. Their eyes were fixed and their formation was wrong: too tight, angled inward, the kind of shape you make when you're containing something, not escorting it. The one nearest me was a man named Croft. I recognized him from the training yard. I had brought his unit water during summer drills. He had thanked me once. He didn't thank me now.

“Step back from him.” The enforcer’s voice cracked across the hall like a whip, and six wolves fanned out around Nico and me before either of us could decide whether running was an option. It wasn’t. Crowfall enforcers didn’t chase. They ended things. I knew them by name. Tarrow, missing a finger, loyal to my father to the point of worship. Reyes, who’d trained me to fight before I could properly walk. None of them looked at me like an heir. They looked at me like a problem.

he said to Spencer as if he could still talk to him. When Callie saw the sadness in Clyde's eyes, she had a heavy heart. She stroked his back to comfort him. "Clyde?" said a man. Callie and Clyde both turned to face the person who had called. "Uncle Lando?" Clyde exclaimed in surprise as he noticed an elderly soldier standing behind them. ***** CLYDE was standing next to the railings conversing with his uncle Lando, one of the WW Force captains, while Callie was sitting quietly on the terrace's bench.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.