Horah Loux Warrior Novels & Stories

As Alpha Zachariah makes his way through PowerMoon territory, he gets updates from each of the teams, letting him know that the breeding camp he is heading for is Valentino’s main camp. Zachariah entered the next warrior's camp. This one was slightly different to all the others, with more of Valentino’s higher-ranked warriors inside. Zachariah faced 4 warrior Lycans, taking out each one after a reasonable fight. Once he was fighting the last warrior Lycan facing him, Zachariah has a slight misstep collapsing to his knees as he feels a sharp pain shoot through his chest, but still managed to just dodge the Lycan’s advance that was attacking him.

Luna woke up early the next morning feeling restless. Shifting in her bed, she gazes upon the conch left by General Wolf. He must have arrived at the post by now. Getting up, Luna picked-up the shell and placed the opening close to her ears. The sound of the waves can be heard at first followed by the baritone voice of the general. It was all instructions for what she needed to work on. Including the fact that Commander Ortho will supervise her training.

Maya spit these last words, and the crowd roared, some laughing, some howling with rage. Sasha said nothing. She stood there, fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “You will not disrespect our union.” Her voice was a menacing growl, though a poor imitation of an Alpha. “Don’t ever forget your place, Rogue.” The Warriors laughed. Encouraged by their support, Sasha pointed at the pair of them. “Warriors! Do not let a pair of filthy Rogues disrespect your Alpha and his TRUE Luna!” The Warriors, their anger reignited, surged forward once more. They yanked Maya over the railing, and she was lost in the crowd. All I could hear were her screams of terror.

"There is a true Luna in the Storm Pack." The warriors let out a fierce cry. But I knew in my heart It wasn't over yet. Not quite yet.

“ THE WAR... ” The time has come. On the battlefield stood the hunters and the demons. The night had already surfaced fully because that was the perfect time for wars like this especially when it has to do with this two creatures. Lucas sat on his black horse coated in pure golden armor with some other of his men who were actually his war front men. While the rest of his armies stood at the back. And from the gathering Lora walked silently to the front with her head covered with her coat cap, hiding her identity.

Thamus said excitedly, "Horace, you're finally here! If you were any later, these pieces of trash would have tried to pull something!" Horace smirked as he said coldly, "Don't worry, the pieces of trash from third-grade worlds will never amount to anything in front of us. They'll always be our prey!" Looking at who it was, Robert's expression stiffened. That nonchalant attitude of his had completely evaporated as he said, "It's actually this guy!" Horace was someone who was among the stronger warriors from second-grade worlds. He was ranked in the top three of his holy grade clan! His skills were incredibly powerful. All the warriors present had heard of Horace before.

“Then promise me you’ll come back to me when it’s done.” “I will, Mother,” Liora whispered, her voice trembling. “If the Goddess wills it.” For a long moment, they stood together — two women of strength and sorrow — until the horn’s distant call broke the silence. It was the signal. The warriors were gathering. The courtyard was alive with movement. Warriors fastened their armor, wolves shifted between forms, and the clang of weapons rang out like a rhythm of resolve. Christen stood at the head of the formation, his eyes searching the crowd until they found Liora. When she appeared, the soldiers fell into silence — all eyes drawn to her calm presence.

The weakened bond between them was reinforced with energy, pulsing with power. “What is your Loúpino Ónoma?” The Chief Elder raised the challenge. Liora walked to the edge of the platform so everyone could see her, teeth bared as she thumped a fist across her chest. “I. AM. ADAMANTIA!” The victorious bellows that followed were deafening, mixed with howls and roars. Liora turned, lifting her hair away from her neck to reveal a shimmering flower tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a boon from the Goddess. Wolfsbane would never be able to kill her moving forward.

“Our victory belongs to every heart.” Torin raised his staff. “We witnessed the prophecy fulfilled, the shadow unmade. It is our honor to bestow a new title upon our Luna.” He nodded to two apprentices who bore forward a cloak of deep midnight blue embroidered with swirling flames in silver and sunrise gold. “Alara Bloodwulf, Light of the Dawn, Keeper of the Heartfire.” Alara’s breath shivered as Ezra lifted the cloak and settled it on her shoulders. Applause thundered through the hall, echoing off vaults. She caught Cassian’s gaze; he mouthed, “Proud of you.”

And I just reminded myself that this was the last one. It was at least an hour before we got everyone on the same page and had all the other packs’ loyalties spoken and confirmed. We relayed the information to Lorenzo and made sure everyone was aware of where the battles would be taking place, this was my point to speak about. I was the Luna, the warrior Queen, and head of the royal army which we suddenly had. I had a natural ability to see strategy of this war thanks to my extra senses and knowledge.