Moonstone Warriors Novels & Stories

And then everything erupts. ** Wolves crash into each other, snarling, ripping, tearing. Claws slice flesh. Teeth snap bones. Silvermoon warriors fall back, overwhelmed. Caius brought an army. Not recruits—trained killers. They were all unfamiliar, and fought more like mercenaries than wolves. Selene stands behind them, smiling like she’s watching a play. “Daemon!” she sings mockingly. “You promised you’d come home eventually! You had promised me that I would be your Luna.”

The news of Moonstone’s turmoil had spread fast. The Stoneclaw stronghold wasn’t a mansion like Moonstone Keep. It was carved into the mountain itself, a series of interconnected caves and fortified terraces overlooking a dizzying drop. The great hall was lit by massive fire pits, the smoke curling up towards vents in the high ceiling. The air smelled of woodsmoke, roasting meat, wet stone, and the potent musk of wolves packed close.

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.

They gave in on our torture just in a day and started talking. When we reached the location after a day long run, 20 rouges were waiting for us. We had walked straight into it. We were easily outnumbered. But then again it's not easy to take down warriors of Pearl moon pack. We killed them all, but the last one took out the dagger and slashed me with it deep, right above my heart. He again lifted his hand to stab my heart but his hands were ribbed off by my man.

She could outfit some of the most important knights with the hero's armour and weapons, but the rest of the warriors required decent armour and weaponry as well. That is why this transaction was completed. "They're after gemstones," Ladia stated. "And a huge amount each month—five gemstones for each weapon or piece of armor they fashion." "What?" Duke Kraus's pupils dilated. And Duke Deon spit the liquid out of his mouth. Even though it might seem insignificant, the Brightwing Empire was known for its gemstone production. A single gemstone could purchase at least five Grade III weapons, so why are these dwarves demanding five gemstones for one weapon?

There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal. Shifting his gaze to the group of people gathered around them, he saw his brother beside the stage with his mother. They were talking to a guy dressed in a military uniform but Kaylus couldn't pick up what they were conversing about. He noticed his brother was starting to feel irritated but he could see that Reymönd was trying his best to keep his composure. They were approached by a couple of nobles lead by an elderly woman with grey hair held up in a bun. She was wearing a violet overcoat and her neck was embraced by a scarf made of white fur. As she held her hand, it showed a ring with an eagle symbol on i

Cazer's voice lacking in any empathy, the leader of the Moon Gate Guardians merely smirked at the reply as he permitted an equally cold agreement, “Quite.” Obviously exhausting the words they had to exchange with one another, the rogue wizard nodded his head in the direction of the two witches on either side of him. This motion acting as some sort of cue for them to launch their assault, they both began to mutter separate incantations. The dialect, a turbulent medley of an ancient dialect Allen had never heard before, he took a step backward as the dead began to rise from the ground. Hovering less than a foot above the floor and its debris, they moved unnaturally as if manipulated by invisib

"Someone will stop you eventually." "They've been trying for three hundred years." He began circling me. "Do you know how many lunar wolves I've killed? Forty-seven. Every one thought they could be the one to end me. Every one was wrong. You'll be number forty-eight. And the girl who ran? She'll be forty-nine." Rage surged through me. Silver light blazed brighter. "I'm not dying tonight." "Everyone says that. Everyone is wrong." He attacked again. This time I was ready. I met his assault with focused power. We collided and the impact sent shockwaves through the clearing. The Moonstone Altar cracked.

“Every guard reports the same thing. The moonstone is gone from our grasp, and they believe they are untouchable. Mobilize. Attack the temple. Retrieve it, and do not fail.” The generals and advisors bowed and moved quickly, assembling the kingdom’s most elite forces. Spellcasters gathered in tight circles, weaving wards and enchantments designed to suppress and break through the temple’s defenses. Elite warriors sharpened weapons, checked armor, and mounted steeds, their eyes blazing with the promise of battle.

he warned, his eyes scanning their surroundings. Just as they reached out to touch the Moonstone, the ground beneath them trembled. A monstrous creature, a blend of nightmare and reality, emerged from the depths of the earth. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its roar echoed through the night. The pack stood their ground, their fangs bared and their claws at the ready. They were about to face a foe unlike any they had encountered before – a guardian of ancient power, awakened to protect the Moonstone from those it deemed unworthy.