Moonrise Warriors Novels & Stories

Running at higher speed towards the top of the mountain. When they got there, about seven men were already waiting there. Behind them were large eagles with strong beaks and mighty wings. The minute they sighted Aldophus they all fell on their knees and chorused, "Your Highness." Aldophus didn't reply to any of them as he used to. "Mark, there was a massacre in one of the surrounding towns in Autumn. "Tell my uncle what the Silver Crescent Moon members were doing there. I need an answer before tomorrow evening." Aldophus ordered and the werewolf got onto the eagle as it flew away.

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.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

“Hey do not blame me. That torch was left on.” “You almost burnt down my store and apartment.” Maryann laughed while scolding her. “This sounds like an amazing story that I badly want to hear, but unfortunately I believe that I need to be getting downstairs to do this thing,” I said, taking a deep breath and exhaling it in a sigh. “We got your back. Luna.” Remmie said, and before we walked out I turned around to the team of women that were smart, cunning, and absolutely amazing with innovations. “You guys are not coming. Did you not hear that your Luna has ordered all of her trusted warrior women to stand tall with her.” I said, turning over my shoulder and looking at each of the women stand

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

“We give them a choice. We show them there’s another way. If they still stand in our way... we defend ourselves. But we don’t attack them first.” There was a silence after that. Heavy. Final. Julian let it settle before he added, softer, “We don’t have to become the monsters they expect us to be.” The warriors began to nod, slowly. Some crossed arms, others exchanged glances, but the tone had shifted—less fear, more clarity. Purpose. “We move at moonrise,” Vivianne said. “Get rest. You’ll need it.” One by one, the warriors began to file out. Quietly. No cheers. No war cries. Just the sound of boots against stone, and the knowledge of what waited on the other side of the night.

Jettison POV When I reached Bloodmoon, it was already a battlefield. My men, with Kingston’s lead, had taken down most of their warriors. The air was thick with blood and smoke from burnt houses and soil. Screams echoed from different corners in the pack as women and children ran helter-skelter while the men fought to protect them. Their mistake. My men weren’t just street bikers; they were trained killers, warriors hardened by street wars and blood debts. An arrow suddenly whizzed past my face at that instant, narrowly missing my face by an inch as I swiftly dodged, and as it whizzed past, I caught the familiar smell of wolfsbane on it.

Rand nodded, already turning to bark orders to the waiting lieutenants. The time for grief, for doubt, had passed. This was the battle Ethan had once feared, the one he had paid for with silence and shadowed transactions. And now, it was hers to finish. By the time the sun crested fully over the hills, the Moonfall warriors had gathered—rows upon rows of armored wolves, their gazes steady, their shoulders squared. The wind rippled through their banners, the silver crescent of their sigil glinting sharp and resolute.

Even the birds stay as quiet as possible. My answer comes only moments later when we reach an active battle. The rebels are trying to retreat, but the Moonrise warriors are on a warpath spearheaded by Alpha Ryatt and my father in their human forms. It’s madness. I can’t tell who’s friend or foe in the chaos. The dense forest makes navigating the rocky, hilly terrain impossible as I weave between trees and follow Sydney to the front line where our allied warriors push the rebels back, trying to herd them away from Moonrise.

“I know not why this war has been thrust upon us, but we have no choice but to defend what is rightfully ours. We will fight for our homes and the safety of those we hold dear.” Aaron’s words began to kindle a fire of resolve in the hearts of his warriors. He could see their fear transforming into determination as they realized the gravity of the situation. “We are strong, and we are united. Together, we will face this challenge, and together, we will prevail.” With renewed determination, the warriors nodded in agreement. They would stand by Aaron’s side and face the Moon Pack in a battle they had not sought, but one they were now prepared to fight with everything they had.