Moors Warriors Novels & Stories

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword. Mithraos turned back in time to slice open a sword wielder's head. Wars gave him a kind of high that nothing else does. The sound of a conch was heard and all swords were lowered as the sun lowered into the horizon. ----------------- Adharva Malvan raised an eyebrow as he heard of the war in South. "He is stepping out of a line when he touches our ally," said the minister Pahlan. "Indeed," said Adharva as he looked on into the darkness.

His eyes scanned the horizon where Garrett's banners fluttered in the distance, a sea of rogues and warriors stretching like a dark tide. He raised his sword high, the blade catching the sunlight. "Wolves and warriors of the Dark Moon pack, today we fight not for glory, not for selfish reasons," he thundered, his voice rolling like a storm, "but for survival. For our home. For our future. For our loved ones!" A deafening howl erupted from his warriors, echoing across the fields.

The warriors charged and battled with us. "We got back up! Moon Valley came! " Darkwood celebrated. This gave them an extra boost to continue. The fire in their eyes went ablaze seeing Moon Valley fight alongside us. The tenfold fleet of warriors became thousands. I smirked victoriously. Now, this is what I call hope.

“We are on your side, dear. Don’t be silly. We’re just teasing you! The deeds speak for themselves. Besides, your dad’s right. All the girls you’ve had before practically threw themselves at you. Maybe the Moon Goddess is giving you a challenge.” My mom was trying to explain in the gentlest way possible. A challenge. Hmm... I hadn’t thought about it that way. And knowing myself, I loved a challenge. I liked to win. That is how I ended up as a top warrior in our pack. "Mom's right! So, how are you going to swoon her?" Dad raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I managed to get her to agree to lunch with me."

Eyes that had seen too much. I stood beside Lykan, staring at what was left of Kairos’s empire. His people—the remnants of the rebellion, wolves from the lowlands and the forest edges—moved in and out of the ruins with purpose. They’d begun repairing the castle’s outer rings, gathering supplies, and salvaging weapons. But they were watching the Moirea. And the Moirea were watching them. A silent tension clung to every movement. We were allies… but only just. “They’re afraid,” I murmured.

Goosebumps appear on my arms as the thought settles in. I'm hyperaware of Ryan's accelerated breath on the back of my neck as he closes his eyes in concentration. These aren't regular men; these are warriors hardened by loss and the struggle to survive, willing to sacrifice their own lives for the cause. Nathan draws a dagger from a belt holster. As one, we mimic his actions, and the small crowd seems to hold their breath. When Nathan gets up and out into the open, Ryan nudges me to repeat his actions. It makes sense for Nathan's most trusted soldier to be on the front line, and yet, I didn't even ponder that I'd be alongside them.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Everywhere were the sound of sword clanging and the hisses of arrows, dust and the smell of blood floating in the air. Moriah's army mainly had come to fight running on the back of their horses. His army was powerful of horse riders and bowmen, but Nrikawn's army had more soldiers, though they did lack in archers. Both of their skills in wars were unique and extraordinary, it was hard to tell which one of the brothers would win in this battle.