Mosskit Warriors Novels & Stories

“KILL THEM!” Without thinking twice, the lanky teenager and the rest of the warriors immediately jump on me, trying to land punches across my face while Michell takes a step back and tries to swing his sword at Alisa and the child. “That’s it traitors, scream. Scream for mercy! We are the warriors of Alpha Zion, enforcers of power and strength! Whimper like the dogs you are as we carve the flesh from your –“ “Oh just shut up,” Alisa rolls her eyes and with a kick of her leg, she sends the big burly Mitchell flying across the field before he lands smack into the wall of an abandoned shack.

Hearing battle cries from over near the packhouse, Mikhail decided to thank his rescuers later as he swiftly changed directions, howling his fury at the mangy rogues daring to enter their territory. The Howling Warriors were experienced fighters, and as Mikhail came upon the scene, he was pleased to find that they were dominating the fight against the rogues. But there were still more casualties that he could see, and their medical supplies were going to be sorely depleted at this rate. A growl from behind caused Mikhail to swing around in a defensive position, and in his moment of distraction, a large grey wolf had managed to sneak up on him. The rogue wore his battle scars with pride, and

“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.

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…”

"Do you enjoy watching sunsets?" "Yes, especially when I'm watching it together with you." ***** MARCUS was hiding in a large tree while secretly watching Althaia and her tribesmen in the middle of her yard. He's been back in Montgomery for a few weeks and has been keeping a close eye on Althaia's pack's activities. He noticed a significant change in the werewolf tribe. The once joyful and peaceful community is now engulfed in violence and terror. A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash.

It took another week for the rest of the packs to arrive and we had a couple thousand warriors now. And they had all been interviewed and our warriors finally arrived. With Beta Mason leading them. He claimed that the territory and pack were in good hands and that he wasn’t missing out on this for the world. So Ethan got up in front of the couple thousand warriors that we had with us and explained how it was going to work. It was such a large group that they needed to be split up. So Mason would take one group, Justin would take another group, Knox, Ethan’s head warrior, would take another group and the other best fighters that we could think of. But the leaders needed to be on the same page

“Moses, gather the warriors now and bring them to the east side of the park. We’re under attack and they are already gathering. Hurry! There was no way I would allow them to push through and step foot into my pack, not when I was still Alpha. I moved back some more until I was at a safer distance, keeping my eyes on them as they closed in slowly, their snarls loud with strings of saliva dripping from their fangs and I could tell that they were ready to kill. The wolf I had been fighting earlier limped away from me, dragging its body back toward the others. I watched as it struggled to stand properly, its legs shaking and I felt a small spark of satisfaction inside me because at least I had l

he replies, taunting me, and still, his steel eyes hold my own, defying me to respond. My anger boils to the surface, a raging force ready to tear him down from the pedestal he placed himself. "Why don't you come and find out," I snap, holding his gaze. Ryan inhales sharply. Challenging an alpha is a serious matter; no one does it lightly. A fight between an alpha and a member is a battle for the title. The loser becomes a rogue- a werewolf with no pack, cast aside, unable to ever return to the pack's system. The rogue also bears the mark of the disgraced, a scratch made by the alpha's claws on the left side of the face.

The morning sky had only just begun to brighten as dawn slowly crept over the Silvercrest pack. “This morning, at the rise of a new dawn, we strike against the one who has brought nothing but chaos and threat upon my people. Upon all of us!” Maverick growled fiercely, as a dangerous aura burst from Maverick’s body, forcing a confident surge to briefly fall across the courtyard. Instantly, the warriors began hailing him loudly. “Hail Alpha Maverick!” “For the Silvercrest pack!” “Death to traitors!” Their voices echoed across the entire courtyard as the ground almost seemed to tremble beneath the warriors’ voices.

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.