Moonpaw Warriors Novels & Stories

I asked as he sat down hopelessly taking his food. "I wanted this to go on for two days, I wanted us to stay here for two days and alone," he muttered. "But," he paused. "But those assholes," he went on. "Roman, you know I'm not going to understand you until you explain properly," I told him. "Well, they are attacking, they want to go to war in the next full moon, they feel that they are well equipped," "And someone tipped them that we have not been training, so they think it is the best time to attack," he explained.

The Moon Goddess, a celestial embodiment of grace and power, greeted the werewolves with a gentle smile. Alpha Jake and Luna Mara, overwhelmed by the divine aura, dropped to their knees along with the entire pack, paying homage to the deity who governed their lives. "Alpha Jake, Luna Mara," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice a melodic cadence that resonated through the hearts of all present. "You are under my divine protection, and your union is blessed." Alpha Jake and Luna Mara exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude and joy. "Thank you, Moon Goddess," Alpha Jake spoke, his voice a mixture of humility and appreciation. "We are honored by your blessing."

He wasn’t angry with me like I thought he would be. “Warriors! Gather around.” He yelled without breaking eye contact. It was only when they had formed a circle around us that he looked away at them. “Ivory is your luna. She is the daughter of the Moon Goddess and Mother Nature. She has her own powers, as you just saw. These are not all of them, but one of them. Her uncle is Adron, who you just met. He is the creator of the underworld and has threatened our way of life. With Ivory, we are set on a mission to stop Adron from killing everything we hold dear!”

The little princess threw Jo an apologetic look over her shoulder. And just like that, Jo was alone again. Her gaze wandered over the colorful chaos of the playroom — until something odd caught her eye. Buried among the dolls was a dusty, battered book. She picked it up. History of the Werewolf World, it read. Jo sat down in a tiny pink plastic chair, flipping it open. The first pages told of how the Moon Goddess had created four brothers, gifting each elemental powers: Fire, Wind, Water, and Sand. She read about the Fire Warrior Pack, merged into the royal kingdom under Dante's rule.

I do not want to scare the little ones who might still be playing outdoors. So I pull the shawl tighter around my face, making sure to cover everything but my eyes. A flock of birds fly overhead and a peek at the sky tells me that the sun is starting to set. Another day lost, we have to hurry. Time is not on our side, at least, in my case, it is not on mine. Damnit, I have to stop wallowing in self-pity. It's unlike me at all. I am Laurel Moon, the first female Beta and the fiercest warrior to ever grace this land-

Warriors. Alliance warriors. Her mother stumbled but continued to run. She concealed herself behind a fallen log and whispered against baby Aria’s forehead, her voice trembling yet filled with affection. “I’m so sorry, my little moonlight. They fear what you are. But one day… you will rise.” Aria felt her legs weaken. She pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to breathe. A shadow sprang into view—a hooded warrior. Her mother turned, claws bared, defending her child with every ounce of strength she had left.

Another Eclipse Moon warrior charged forward, aiming for Kieran’s exposed side, and Kieran had to twist violently to block the blow. The next second, two more attackers cut across my path, their bared fangs flashing under the moonlight. I ducked under the first blade, feeling it slice a strand of my hair as it passed. The second warrior swung low, attempting to sweep my legs. I kicked off the ground, flipping backward and landing with my palms glowing with simmering moonlight. The warriors lunged again, and this time, I met them head-on. I slammed my palms forward, unleashing a burst of pale lunar force. The blast struck them like a hammer, hurling both warriors across the meadow. One crashe

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

I was positive that I wouldn’t give in to his wish until I learned about Doctor Liara Haysbert Wayne, Moana’s cousin and also the Moon Goddess. Not just that, the future werewolf king was Gryphon Ambrose Wayne, who was Moana’s nephew. The cherry on top was that Moana was also related to Calvin Haysbert, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. So, observing all these benefits along with having a rogue as my Luna wasn’t that bad. She was like a trophy that I could show everyone. All I needed to do was keep her under my control so that she would speak and do every word that I said. I had planned everything about how to control her. First, I would teach her manners, which she lacked. How could she glare a

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.