Moonstone Warriors Novels & Stories

“We need the moonstone, not trinkets.” Blake rolled his eyes but kept pace, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “It looks the same to me. Shiny rock, shiny rock.” Jamie ignored him, already leaning over a counter draped in velvet. The vendor, an older woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, laid out polished stones—each one glowing faintly under the sunlight. True moonstone shimmered with a silvery-blue fire, the kind the pack required for the bonding circle. “This one,” Jamie murmured, holding the stone between her palms. It pulsed faintly, alive. She traded a pouch of coins without hesitation.

Most kept coming. The Warriors met them at the outer ring. Blades clashed. Bodies slammed together. Wolves shifted mid-fight fur against shadow armor. Howls mixed with screams. Blood sprayed across the dirt. I drove my horse harder. “Push through! Do not stop!” A shadow wolf leaped at my mount. I slashed down and caught it across the throat. It fell. Another took its place. Lira cut it down from the side. “Keep moving Jacob! The inner ring!” Elara raised the moonstone. Silver light burst forward and slammed into a cluster of portals. Two closed with a shriek of violet energy. The rest stayed open. “I can close some but not all! Thorn’s power fights back!”

Senika said at last, his voice quieter now… but far more dangerous. “She is still coming.” A slow, cold dread pooled in the pit of the cloaked figure’s stomach. Behind him, the moonstone flickered. “Even weakened,” Senika continued, gazing out over the dead lands, “the Crescent warriors continue to present the biggest threat in this war.” His fingers curled slightly against the balcony rail. “My men have created lore. Rumors.” A faint, cruel smile touched his cracked lips. “Stories that they have been given… special powers.”

Am I close to getting the moonstone? TBC.

Tiny fractures spread as my silver aura pushed against them. “Patience,” I told her silently. “Let them think they control me.” The wagon rattled into a pothole. One hunter cursed. There were twenty in total, six followed me: the leader who had threatened me before, four hardened soldiers, and one nervous young man who kept glancing back like I might explode. He wasn’t wrong. “Sir,” the nervous one muttered, “are you sure the moonstone will hold? The cracks—” “It’ll hold,” the leader snapped. “The spike was forged for her kind. Ancient Council magic.”

They had learned how to read my movements, shift when I shifted, and become my extension. This was Kael's greatest gift to me. Because he knew that if there ever was a war, he might be too distracted to protect me. He worried that I might get entranced into my moonsinging even though that has never happened; he didn't want to take chances. So, he created shields for me. When I finished training with the ten warriors and entered the middle of the battle, each of them held a special crystal dagger that hummed in response to my singing. These weapons, crafted from rare moonstone, were designed primarily to conduct the energy of my voice directly into battle.

Fúck, I couldn't believe I'd ever think a woman fighting would be sexy. I peeled my eyes off her reluctantly to concentrate on what was before me. Swords and axes flashed in the mist, and arrows whistled through the air. I glimpsed the sorcerer as an arrow came swishing towards me. I was able to dodge it in time. He stood by the side of the attackers with his minions. They twisted creatures of darkness like the skeleton and made the mist even more horrible. With all that was happening, the warriors of the moonstone pack stood tall, our armour gleaming in the light of the rising sun.

The moonlight would illuminate the trees like a silver veil, and I would strain my ears, listening for any sign of Vale’s presence—a whisper of movement, the rustle of leaves, anything that might signal he was near. But each time I ventured too close, the warriors of the Silvermoon Pack were there to catch me. Their scornful eyes glinted in the dark, and their laughter rang in my ears like a death knell as they descended upon me. They were relentless, their fists striking me with a brutal force that sent me sprawling to the ground. I fought back fiercely, the rogue within me igniting, but it was always in vain. They were trained warriors, and I was just one lone rogue, outnumbered and overpo

The girl vanished after talking to us. The Moonstone pack is a pack of witches and werewolves, we've heard so many stories about this pack but we can't tell if it is true or false. --------- I asked five of my warriors to join Jack and me in the Moonstone pack I knew it wouldn't be easy. The journey to the Moonstone Pack was long and dangerous. It meant going through thick forests and crossing fast rivers, all while the moon was shining brightly in the night sky. Along the way, she met a lone wolf named Orion. He had heard about her quest and decided to join her.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.