Moors Warriors Novels & Stories

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.

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group. The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation. Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation. Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them. Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect. Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army. Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?”

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

With a hawk's eye I scanned the horizon for any sign of Moonstone pack warriors. And then I saw them- a sea of gray and white fur, their foot warriors forming gray part and the warriors on horses forming the white. Their eyes were fixed on us with intensity as they marched with rage. As I gazed upon the incoming warriors, I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me. "Prepare for a defensive attack!!" I ordered. The Moonstone pack warriors were a force to reckon with, and I understood that clearly, and as my warriors haphazardly moved about in haste, confusion and fear, I couldn't help but feel that we had lost the battle already.

The pack warriors managed to kill every other rogue - and led by their Alphas, they closed in on the beast. He sneered and lunged, grabbing one of the younger warriors by the throat and pinning him down. Garrett and Cole both roared, pouncing on him in unison and grabbing hold of his own throat, both praying in unison that the moon goddess would make them fast enough. They cringed as his blood poured down their throats - a rancid taste - rogue through and through - and he gurgled as his grip on their warrior failed. Was he - was he laughing?

I ran my hand through Alarick's back, then went and kissed Molly on her head as I went outside to see what was happening. Warriors and guards were pacing, gearing up for what looked like combat. They wore black cargo pants, long sleeve shirts, and camo boots along with bulletproof vests and full armor with weapons. This pack was fully prepared. I've heard they all train n0t only to fight to the death with their wolves, but they are highly trained. Military mercenaries got nothing on these guys, even girl warriors were gearing up, looking deadly.

- We just took our time because we didn't want to be in the middle of any hardcore scene - one of the newest warriors says, making them all laugh. Kevin is damn proud of his warriors. Many of them were trained by him. Darkmoon was the best pack ever. It wasn't the biggest pack in the country, but it had, without a doubt, the best and strongest warriors. Darkmoon warriors were respected by all packs, and at that moment, they proved to deserve that respect. They look to the forbidden zone, ready to shift and enter the unknown, when they feel a big change in the energy surrounding them. It came from far away, but even so, it made some of the warriors cry out.

It was another flaw inherent to the Merlocks. As their blood began to boil with anticipation, the Merlocks were overcome with a primal excitement for battle. Their innate fondness for combat surged within them, and they eagerly awaited the forthcoming slaughter. “Charge!” Morven brandished his blades, taking the lead with remarkable swiftness. As they charged forward, their pace accelerated, showcasing the extraordinary agility of the Merlocks. Morven and his two hundred warriors maintained a precise triangular formation, their speed increasing with each stride as they closed in on the gates.