Moonstone Warriors Novels & Stories

Apollo let out a huff, before he says to Ambrogio, “You are no match for me, even with your army of Selene’s wolves behind you. I’m a God, and it is time to take what I want, and stop playing these games with you mortals.” Standing up straight, I moved from peering around Ambrogio, as I looked over to see my Uncle Bishop ready to pounce on Apollo at any moment, but I knew that if he was going to have a fighting chance to sink his teeth into Apollo’s flesh, I had to help him. Pulling the sunstone and the telus over my head, I felt their power radiating from them as they touched the bare flesh of my chest.

She had seen the spark in her daughter’s gaze—the strange satisfaction, as though she already had plans within plans. Derrick turned to his warriors, voice booming. “Spread the word. Kimberly Moonstone is not to be killed. She is prey, but she belongs to me. Anyone who dares end her life will suffer worse than death.” His gaze hardened. “But Lucien—if you see him, you strike. Bring me his head, and I will grant you anything you desire.” The wolves howled, the sound filling the hall, but Mona remained quiet, her smile lingering. Because she wasn’t thinking of Lucien’s head.

"We'll handle him." I pressed forward toward the ancient monolith, feeling its power call to me with increasing urgency as the Blood Moon's light streamed through the domed ceiling. Behind me, the sounds of combat erupted as Marc's guards, alerted by the commotion, poured into the chamber to face Alpha Logan's warriors and Lady Vivienne's Silver Shadow forces. The Sacred Stone towered before me, its obsidian surface gleaming with veins of silver that pulsed like living arteries. I reached out, my mother's dagger still clutched in my hand, and placed my palm against the cool surface.

"Even though it brings back terrible memories?" "Especially because of that." I adjusted my reins, focusing on the leather rather than her penetrating gaze. "I can't let fear control me anymore. I've spent my whole life being afraid—of not being enough, of being forgotten, of being unloved. If I don't face Moonstone now, I never will." Lyra nodded slowly. "Then we face it together." Behind us, Ronan was organizing the small strike force which was made up of eight elite warriors, chosen for their skill and discretion. This wasn't an invasion. Just a small mission to assess Moonstone's situation and begin establishing proper leadership.

Sparks flew, my necklace flaring, but pain seared my chest, the moonstone’s power testing me. Lana guarded my flank, her claws bloodied, her eyes desperate. “I’ve got you!” she shouted, tackling a guard, surprising me. My heart wavered—her loyalty was holding, but her past betrayal lingered. “Stay sharp!” I snapped, my aura testing her. She nodded, her face taut, slashing another wolf. Mom’s blade flashed nearby, as she fought her own share of attackers. Rhea’s laugh cut through, cold and mocking. “The moonstone’s power is mine,” she taunted, her chant intensifying, the altar pulsing wildly. My aura flared, pushing back, my necklace burning hotter.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

I made Xiao threaten the thrall pilots and leave a member of her trusted team in the cockpit as a reminder. I am not going to die today. Xiao gestures to the unremarkable-looking cabochon in the pendant. “The assassin who took your hand had some in a bracelet. I think it’s fair to assume that this is what they’re using to change.” I shake my head. “Moonstone is a pretty common gem, isn’t it? I’ve never heard of it… this.” “Maybe that’s why we never heard of it,” Owen muses. “If we knew, perhaps we wouldn’t need the thralls and their rituals.”

As they moved, their plump breasts and thighs flickered behind those web of chains. Alpha Zackery continued, "In the original dance, these decorations were made of precious moonstones, which can only be found in the Kanz Mountains. A few decades ago, when their tribe still existed, the Aberrant Canines used to use them as decorations and trade moonstones with other tribes. Later, when people from the east found out that these stones could be a reliable source to provide energy and warmth, the price of moonstones soared in the east. Kings and Lords from the east started to demand the supply of moonstones. They first sent their tradesmen, envoys, and diplomats. Then, they sent their chariots a

Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.