Moonlight Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I cower thinking of the one-time Max put her on his bike and took a picture of her, it lasted five seconds but apparently Rory had someone watching us for a long time. "Mr. Mahoney, I'm sure the picture looks bad, but the Nightmare Warriors are friends of mine. They are no part at all, a danger to my child. She loves them, they are like a bunch of uncles." I don't mention the relationship I have with their Road Captain, figured that small bit of information would be best left out.

She looks down, her ears flicking. She lets out a snort I assume is supposed mean she's happy. Carson grins and stripes free of her jacket. After throwing down the rest of her clothes -minus her underwear- she shifts too. She was a cream coloured wolf, white and black streaked fur. Together they take off towards the forest. Vic suddenly runs past my legs making me jump. He looped after them, a black smudged against the white snow. Ally and Tori seemed torn, weather to shift too and run after them, or to see if I was going to change.

My chest tightens. “Then what?” The clearing feels like it leans in. Not physically. Something else. “Something older,” he says. The word presses against me. Older. “How old?” I push. His gaze sharpens slightly. “Older than Luna Queens.” My stomach drops a little. “Older than wolves.” The air feels heavier now. Not thick. Aware. I don’t realize I’ve stopped breathing properly until I force air back into my lungs. “The Moon,” I say slowly. “You’re saying it’s stronger than the Moon?”

“You’d think after sixteen years, you’d learned to fight back.” I kept my gaze low. Eli leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. “She’s too much of a coward. She’s not even a wolf. What did we expect?” I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. They had called me that for years… wolf-less, cursed, an abomination. It didn’t hurt anymore. Not as much as their next words. “She shouldn’t be here,” Eli spat. Our father, Alpha Magnus, watched silently from his chair by the fireplace, his cold gray eyes unreadable. He had once been the proud leader of the Moonlit Claw Pack. Now, he was just a bitter man who wished I had died instead of his mate.

The clearing had become a battlefield of light and shadow. The first of the moon-born champions descended with a roar that made the earth quake. Its form was a wolf, but not like any Serena had ever seen. Its fur glowed like liquid silver, each strand shimmering with a cruel, holy light. Its eyes burned white, twin stars carved into its skull. The other wolves followed, massive as titans, their paws leaving trails of starlight as they spread out in a crescent arc, caging Serena and her companions inside their killing ground.

I stared at her, the warmth of my tea untouched in my hands. “Truth about what?” “About them.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “The old bloodlines. The shifters. The gifted. The ones blessed by the moon.” I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. “You’ve heard the legends,” she continued. “Werewolves. Lycans. The Moon Goddess. People think they’re stories, but they’re not. They’re history. Our history.” I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. She leaned in slightly, her voice more sure now. “Your mother… she wasn’t just anyone. She was the daughter of royalty. A direct descendant of the Moon Goddess’s bloodline. A child of both worlds.”

I decided to name it Moon. After a while we were given the food that we had purchased for Moon. Moon is my sunshine,my star and my everything. I send her along with me everywhere. Moon was just perfect in fact sometimes I used to think Moon was human since she acted like one .As it is said everyone needs someone so my mom bought a male cat to keep Moon company.He was an ash coloured cat. Although he was a bit wild and Moon was timid they seemed to get along . My mom once told me if a cat gets pregnant they hide,give birth and later return so I made sure every memory with moon was amazing no matter what.I named the male cat Sun.

It was a full moon the night I was born. My mother Amanda was the Luna of the Silver Moon pack. She is a proud and beautiful warrior, a strong mate to my father the Alpha. My mother had already blessed him with a daughter 10 years prior to this birth, my sister Scarlett.

Just then, I felt a presence, an all too familiar presence, but all efforts to open my eyes and see who it was were almost impossible. I could make out his physique through my slit gaze: he was tall and well-toned. Under the moonlight, he appeared to be glittering like a light in the night. He was surrounded by a pack of wolves, each one extremely large and strong. An elite werewolf combat team. The slavers must have realized it, as one of them peed in his pants while in his battle stance position, extremely terrified. If my life wasn't also in danger, I reckoned I would've laughed so hard.

Scene 1: Beneath the Rebirth Moon The Rebirth Moon loomed enormous and alive, casting silver and crimson light over the Sanctuary. It shimmered like an open wound in the heavens, its pale glow fractured with veins of red, as though the universe itself held its breath. Wolves from every surviving pack had gathered here, seeking refuge and unity in the wake of endless wars. Light wolves with glistening ivory fur mingled uneasily with the dark-furred Eclipse wolves, their eyes wary, their paws twitching with centuries of ingrained hostility.