Moonrise Warriors Novels & Stories

We didn’t want to lose them if they moved. 24 hours later, we had 200 elite warriors from the royal pack arrive along with Delta Marcus. I should have known he would be here, his daughter was his life. 100 warriors from Crescent moon were going to aid us along with another 75 from Zane’s pack, Golden Circle. All in all, we had a little over 400 fighters. This included our three teams as well as the team Hunji and Tawny had headed. I just hope this was enough.

The moon was a silver crescent in the sky when Selene mounted her black stallion, her warriors assembled behind her. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the distant hint of smoke—remnants of Southwood’s destruction lingering on the wind. Kieran rode beside her, his expression grim, his sword strapped across his back. Marcus and a dozen of Bloodmoon’s finest warriors followed close behind, their wolves restless beneath their skins. None spoke. The weight of what they were about to do pressed down on them all.

One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry. The Black Moon Warriors were stunned and scared at the same time. They could feel that another force was at play and that it was fighting with them, not against them. As quickly as the shadows sucked and killed the rogues the warriors got the upper hand. It was not long before they killed all those that were on the border.

“They've crossed a line. No more waiting.” He swiftly organized a counterattack, rallying the remaining warriors of the Blue Moon pack. The night air crackled with tension as the pack, fueled by a mixture of anger and protectiveness, prepared to retaliate against the rogue assailants. He commanded the pack warriors, “We find them, and we must end this.” The Blue Moon warriors were determined to hunt down the rogues who had dared to defy their pack. The moon, obscured by clouds that mirrored the gathering storm, bore witness to the impending clash between two forces.

Again I get to my feet to help sky with the brawl but the wolf throws him shoulders him aside and makes a break for the trees, his tail low as he flees into the shadows of the trees. Silence falls over us as the wolf disappears from view. A second later Tori and Ally crash through the forests edge a few meters from where the wolf had vanished. Yapping loudly they bound over. I was surprised to find they were both covered in blood, not so much I feared they were going to die but enough to make me feel like they'd been mauled by a hug bear. The two crazy wolves hadn't even reached us when Bray slinks through the trees with Carson and Vic at his tail. All three were covered in blood, Bray blood

he replied with a smirk, “but then you wouldn’t learn to get up yourself.” Aunt Eliana thought we were “just sparring for fun.” If she knew Maddox was teaching me the ways of a Moon Claw warrior - combined with my growing elemental and fae magic - she might have forbidden it. Uncle Alpha Roman was working to change pack laws to allow women in warrior training. My other uncles - and my father - were outraged, but with Grandpa gone, they could no longer override him. Alpha Roman’s word was law now, and anyone daring to challenge it risked death. My father and his bully brothers knew better than to test him - Uncle Roman was simply too powerful to defeat.

Oliver squinted his eyes in disbelief. "What is a werewolf doing among the humans?" He asked. His head snapped up as the air was suddenly filled with a loud roar. "I need to go," he said. "I would have loved to drag you with me my dear mate, but that would be no fun." As he turned to leave, I noticte an ornament around on of his arm. A beautiful clear crystal bracelet surrounding one arm and carrying the symbol of the White crescent wolf pack. My heart dropped to my stomach.

The Crescent Moon Pack's distinctive markings were clear on their sleek, agile bodies, their Alpha, a formidable male with auburn fur, leading the charge. From the north, the heavier, more powerful forms of the Starfall Pack joined the fray, their grunts and snarls adding to the deafening cacophony. A surge of desperate hope, pure and potent, washed over the Silvermoon warriors. A new resolve, fueled by the arrival of their allies, invigorated them. The battle, which had felt like an endless, losing struggle, now became a brutal, desperate push-back.

“Today, we defend our future! Stand firm, every wolf—our unity is our strength. Remember: we fight not only for our pack, but for every life that calls Blue Moon home!” With a mighty roar, the pack surged into action. Warriors donned their armor and took up their weapons, their movements a blend of practiced precision and raw, unyielding resolve. Donavon led his contingent down from the rampart, his figure a beacon of strength as he charged toward the ridge where enemy forces now loomed like a dark tide.

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.