Warriors Crowfeather 소설 & 이야기

However, his confidence did not last long. When the two of them entered the waiting area, Trevor immediately saw Chris. His confident expression froze. The worry, pain, and fear that he had suppressed suddenly resurfaced! Chris was actually participating as well. Chris would be going into an isolated space with him and fighting it out in a battle royale? They were both warriors from White Marsh Continent, so he naturally knew who Chris was. The Purple Cloud Pavilion was even stronger than the Pentagram Clan, and Chris ranked in third place among their chosen disciples.

“Captain on deck!” The man that enters is an all too familiar sight for every soldier in the room, his shoulder plates had distinct red stripes unlike the dull steel ones we had, while his chest plate had the image of the Caesar’s Crystal Leaf crown smelted the left breast of his armor, and finally clutched under his arms was his helmet, the Centurion’s Red Crest was attached to it while two distinct red arrows were painted in the side. A 5th generation soldier and one of the toughest veterans in the Bright Tigers, it was Captain Centurion Brachuss Gilderscrowns. His presence immediately calls everyone to stand in respect. “At ease men, we don’t have much time so let’s get straight to the pl

Ironflame was the largest and most powerful pack in the Northern continent, and our pack, Shadowmoon, was one of its vassals. According to the stories, the crown alpha had long, jet-black hair, a sun-tanned complexion, deep hazel eyes, and a body that even the Lycan gods would envy. He was renowned as a skilled warrior, best known for defeating an army of rogues single-handedly at the cliff of shadows. The crown alpha was an impressive heir to his equally strong Alpha father, Alpha Ragnar, known as the Ironwolf. No wonder he was popular among young teenage wolves like Maddie.

BEGINNING OF THE END As stormy as the sky was, a hawk flew its way through the vigor wind until it came to open sky were it began hovering over hundreds of green tents in a valley stretching as far as the eyes could see. Finding its way through the tents, the hawk rested on the stretched hand of a Drokan warrior standing by the entrance of a marquee, stationed in the Center of the tents. Tied to its leg was a well folded paper which the warrior pulled out before entering into the marquee. There was a feast ongoing inside the marquee, Drokan warriors drank and cheered as two young slave maidens brutally and violently fought each other with knives.

Coreen teased. “We’re not together, okay?” I snapped, making her laugh even more. “Okay, if you say so,” she replied, still smiling. “Let’s go,” she said, and I followed her. The Warriors’ Camp had its own cafeteria. Most of the warriors kept their heads down while eating. Only a few were eating casually; the rest seemed busy outside. I still didn’t understand why. “I guess you’re all busy?” I asked Coreen. She looked at me, stopping her own meal.

“She’s not wrong.” The final game was the simplest, but the most reckless wolf tag. Warriors shifted into their wolves, their fur flashing silver, brown, and black as they darted across the field. The pups shrieked, trying to tag them, though half the warriors let themselves be caught just to hear the children cheer. Joey, of course, cheated. She pretended to trip, tagged a warrior mid-fall, and then sprinted off before anyone could argue. “Joey!” I yelled, laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

“Your ceremony is in three days. You will accept Thomas Crane’s claim. You will bind yourself to the strongest wolf in the northern territories. And maybe, just maybe, you will give this pack the strong leadership it deserves.” Thomas Crane. Just thinking his name made my stomach turn. He was forty years older than me, cruel, and had buried two mates already. But he was powerful. His pack controlled the eastern mountains. The alliance would make my father unstoppable. I did not get a choice. “Yes, Alpha.” I used his title. Not father. Never father when he looked at me like this. Like I was a disappointment. A tool. A means to an end. “Again.” He nodded to Beta Richards. “And this time, if sh

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

We all rush out to the front of the house and see warriors running toward the forest, meeting up with—who I can only assume—are the rogues. “Alpha Warrick!” The rogue leader named Crow, the one I remember from the festival, rushes toward us with two other rogues behind him. They carry bodies and drop them in front of us. Warrick looks back at Colt. “Are these men from your pack?” Colt looks at them, and he and I both nod. I recognize them too. “There are more of them!” a warrior shouts, running out of the forest. “We caught a few others at the border!” another says.

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.