Moonrise Warriors Novels & Stories

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

, Lucas ordered. Sunrise Clan attacked Blood Moon clan again, they seemed to be more trained and the love that they had for their princess and Alpha, who didn't endanger the people's lives because of his daughter, made them to fight with confidence, rigor, and vigor. Maddox assigned 30 warriors to defend, but they were all killed and the sunshine clan was left with 7 warriors, they retreated and left. Maddox, knowing this, was so furious that he threw away anything in his sight. He went to the underground cell, then pushed Nisha out and took her to his room then pushed her into a big cage he brought into his room, few days ago.

I smile softly, “Alpha, I’ll be fine, thanks for your concern. This is a bad idea though; I just want to voice that out.” Before he could respond, we hear the howls from the Winter Moon warriors. They have spotted us. No turning back now. Darius gives the command, and we all go rushing towards the Winter Moon borders. Their warriors come out swinging. I’m holding my own and working my way through the perimeter. I see other Dark Flame warriors following me. They are trying to do a train formation, which is a terrible idea, but it’s what Darius said to do in the pack’s link.

Warriors stood guard at every border, even though no enemies remained. Or so we believed. I walked the territory with my Luna, Maya beside me. She spoke gently to the wounded. She touched shoulders. She listened. She reminded them that Blood Moon had survived worse. They trusted her. They loved her. That alone made her a target. I stayed close. Every smile I saw felt forced. Every laugh sounded wrong. When I met my warriors’ eyes, some looked away too fast. Others stared too long. Who was afraid? And who was hiding something?

The training ground erupted into motion—warriors grabbing weapons, shifting mid-run, growls filling the air. “Positions!” Kane’s voice thundered, commanding and unshaken. Within minutes, the Blood Moon warriors were at the border, a solid wall of muscle and fury. The rogues emerged from the trees like a plague... dirty, wild-eyed, desperate. They came in numbers, snarling and reckless, believing chaos would give them victory. They were wrong. Kane stepped forward, shifting fully as his massive black wolf tore through the air with a loud howl that shook the ground.

Her voice got through the drowsiness that was sucking me in, and my eyes flew open. But the striking orange glow from the evening sun quickly shut them again. The air shifted with the entry of some warm bodies and I pushed at the heavy lids again to gaze down: the five warriors appeared with orange circles of glow from the torches in their hands All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind that blinded me temporarily. When my eyes opened once more and the grogginess cleared, it was dark. Except for the gentle glow of the full moon. On the ground were the five warriors, unconscious like flies.

Their monster is dead. And they were terrified. I could see it on their faces. The realization is hitting. They'd been controlled. Used. Thrown at us like weapons. Now they were just wolves. Alone. Afraid. Mortal. Our warriors rallied. Seeing their Luna standing. Seeing Seraphine staggered. Seeing hope. Marcus raised his sword. Blood-covered. Exhausted. But alive. "FOR BLACK RIVER!" His voice carried across the battlefield. "FOR OUR LUNA!" The cry was taken up. Hundreds of voices. Our warriors and even some Moonstone reinforcements who'd thought all was lost.

"Have you not known what is going on for the past two months?" Judging by his handsome facial confusion, I guess he doesn't know. I groan and rub my face. "Wallace and whoever he was with went to the swamp. They all turned feral" before coming to the Blue Moon Pack territory, and there was a campfire and empty beer cans. It seems Wallace and his friends were having a peaceful night, not knowing the miasma lingers there. By the time I got there, three of his friends were mauled. As if they were butchered with so much anger.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

a voice whispered from the crowd. “The confidence. She moves like she was born for the throne.” Selene scoffed, stepping up to her base stand. Her movements were graceful, but her eyes were darting to the Prince. She began to pour Her voice loud for the Elders to hear. “A true Luna leads with blood and power!” CRACK. The hall went silent. Selene had gripped the crystal too hard, her claws nicking the rim. A hairline fracture appeared, and the wine inside began to spin with a dark, thick purple like the color of an uncontrolled wolf.