Moonpaw Warriors Novels & Stories

Cazer's voice lacking in any empathy, the leader of the Moon Gate Guardians merely smirked at the reply as he permitted an equally cold agreement, “Quite.” Obviously exhausting the words they had to exchange with one another, the rogue wizard nodded his head in the direction of the two witches on either side of him. This motion acting as some sort of cue for them to launch their assault, they both began to mutter separate incantations. The dialect, a turbulent medley of an ancient dialect Allen had never heard before, he took a step backward as the dead began to rise from the ground. Hovering less than a foot above the floor and its debris, they moved unnaturally as if manipulated by invisib

Smokepaw let out a hiss of frustration as she whirled around and lashed out with her claws unsheathed. "If you want my vole, you'll have to fight me for it!" she spat, glaring at Barktail venomously. The older warrior just stared at her as if she'd grown wings. Smokepaw didn't hesitate to strike forward with her claws as he tried retaliating, but each time he tried striking her down, she moved out of the way as if this was something she practiced all the time. "I won't let you treat me like I'm some little kit!" she yowled after managing to overtake the senior warrior with ease.

Tenny rattled off with a huge amount of enthusiasm. “No, I’m not going,” Santiago was barely hearing Tenny’s voice as he strained to focus his ears on the words that the lush, pink lips were saying on the screen. “This club is kickin’. It is absolutely chock full of young, delicious co-eds and get this…they have to come wearing a bikini top or they can’t get in!” Tenny Rodriguez was a werewolf just like Santiago and they’d known each other their whole lives. Even though Tenny was from another pack, they'd always gotten along and his friend didn't hold it against him when he'd abandoned his ancient duty for a relatively human existence.

Then he stood and turned back toward the warriors. Rowan caught his eye. Liam nodded once. That was the signal. Rowan raised his arm. “Now!” The warriors surged forward. Suddenly the quiet forest exploded with noise. War cries ripped through the night as Blood Moon warriors burst from their hiding places. The rogues jumped to their feet in shock. They had been sitting beneath a massive tree, a fire crackling between them. A half-roasted deer hung over the flames, the scent of burning meat filling the air. For a brief moment, everything froze. Then chaos erupted.

They were handpicked by me through careful observation and quiet testing, selected by fate itself through trials that had burned away everything false and weak within us. We called ourselves the Moonclaw Pack, a name that managed to be both respectful of the traditions that had shaped our people and boldly forged for the future we intended to create. It spoke of the moon's eternal guidance and the claws that would defend what we held sacred. I walked through our camp with the easy confidence of someone who belonged exactly where they stood, nodding acknowledgment at the warriors training in the central clearing their movements fluid and deadly as they practiced formations that would soon be

After a while when the room was completely , the white witch spoke in a cold voice , " Witches and Wizards the day has arrived .The day we waited for years . Tonight is special more than any other night . Tonight exactly when the other day stars the curse is about to be broken . The moon princess will posses her powers , her power are a threat to the whole world . But our coven is proud to make sure she doesn't learn to use them , she won't until she reaches the place she belongs to , the moon . This month when the full moon rises and is coloured with the red colour of blood and the moo princess's powers are on its peak , our coven will do the honour to kill the moon princess and save all th

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Aaron began, his voice carrying the weight of the news he had just received, “we face a dire and unexpected challenge. The Moon Pack, led by Cyrus, has declared war upon us. They march with the intent to take our land and assert dominance.” Gasps of shock and murmurs of disbelief rippled through the assembled warriors. Aaron continued, his voice unwavering despite his own fear. “I share your surprise and concern, but we must stand together now. Our homes, our loved ones, and our way of life are at stake.” He looked into the eyes of each warrior, their expressions ranging from fear to determination. “I know not why this war has been thrust upon us, but we have no choice but to defend what is

"My fellow Wolf People Clan members. We are gathered here today to remember, Chief Wolfpaw, son of Chief Bearpaw, husband of Queen Little Bird, and father of Prince Cody. He was a great chief, who passed on his wisdom to all that knew him. He has parted this world, but will never be forgotten. The trees will sing of him for thousands of years, and the Saint Maria Forest will honor him in living memory from generation to generation. He fell during battle, but his strength remains in the blood of his son. His son, Cody, who will defeat Maximus and take his rightful place on the throne. Let us not be sad, but let us gather together and rally. It is what Chief Wolfpaw would have wanted. He would

a tiny voice squeals. Finn, his face smeared with a fresh streak of mud, sprints across the cleared courtyard. He is clutching the wooden wolf Mara carved for him, his oversized sweater flapping in the crisp wind. He weaves through the legs of the massive Blood Moon warriors, who all immediately stop what they are doing to smile down at the little boy. One of the toughest, most heavily scarred enforcers actually pauses his circular saw just to give Finn a gentle, playful high-five as he runs past.