Mosskit Warriors Novels & Stories

I take out the men in my path, heading towards the door where an explosion erupts, Dad coming into view as he tries to kick the door down. “Dad?” “It won’t budge, even with explosives, we need to find another way in.” Dad roars out as one of our warriors throws him another explosive to set up. “Josie…Josie.” Kit shouts through the door, pushing his weight against it to get in. “We’ve been looking forward to this.” A voice calls out to us from behind, I turn to find a group of males dressed in black uniforms, kitted out with weapons. These must be the warriors Miso was

I replied. "The battlefield is survival for the fittest, if they can't fight my strong men and survive, they should not be called soldiers," he boasted. I shook my head at his bad ideology, it wasn't nice and it wasn't the best. "You will see Kai, you will see how much I will make the pack grow," I told him as he laughed. "You will first need to pass me first," he says, rushing to attack me. I broke my spear into two, skillfully using the two to dodge his every move.

I sass back to Ajax, Aries let's out a deep sexy chuckle, my my the sound is like music to my ears I love hearing my Alpha's laugh. I kiss my Alpha's and head to my office, Silverstone are sending us reinforcements, 100 warriors and I need to sort arrangements for them in the pack houses on the grounds before they arrive. Luna duties right now are taking my mind off all the other things going on. Luckily for High Moon, when rapid waters merged with our pack their warriors also took on a warrior role here. They have some of the finest warriors the ware world has seen and have had a say in our training to move things around and teach new skills to our own warriors, Titan and Cain, head warrior

“And the best part about this is that we don’t even have to die in the process. We would conquer the pack and make history as the first commanders to bring down a pack. Are you with me, Ozark?” Ozark smiled from the other end and put his hand over his lips to signify that he didn’t want to say a word. Mork smiled at him and turned back to face the warriors standing with him. “Ozark is with us,” Mork smiled. “And he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now, we attack.” Mork marched towards the rock and as he got there, he cried out.

I could feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulder, but I was ready. "Warriors of Redmoon pack," I began, my voice clear and strong, sending silence all through the assembly. "Today we face a great challenge. The day we face Mysticshadow pack and her allies. It's not a battle to fret about, for they're nothing but werewolves just as we are!! We will fight with all the strength we have and return victorious, for we fight a just war!!! " Whatever my last statement meant I didn't know. The moon goddess would certainly not be on our side, but I cared less. We stole the healing power of the greatest seer alive, and we're fighting against them. Such an unjust war!!

The pack exploded into chaos the moment Derek said those words. “I claim Austin Gray as mine.” At first, it was silent. A heavy uncomfortable silence that felt like it was pressing down on me. Then everyone started talking at once. “This is crazy!” someone shouted. “You’re bringing shame to the Blood Moon Pack!” another person yelled. “The Moon Goddess would never agree to this!” someone else said. People were talking from over the courtyard. The elders were standing with their staffs in hand, and their robes were touching the stone floor. The warriors were getting angry some of them growling low in their throats. The air was filled with the smell of anger and hurt.

We exchanged a brief nod, acknowledging the shared burden we carried. "Our warriors are ready to assist," I assured him, my voice firm yet empathetic. "We stand united against this common enemy." Alpha Damian's gaze met mine, gratitude and determination mingling within his expression. "Thank you, Alpha Lance. Your support means more than words can express." As our warriors integrated with the Silvercrest Pack, bonds formed between our packs, a testament to the strength of unity in the face of adversity. We shared knowledge, strategized, and fortified our defenses, each step inching us closer to the eradication of the rogue threat.

I saw this as another great improvement since we began to train and another step closer to our win against Andrew and his vampires. The Warriors have been here with me for the past few days, training hard. Although they don't stay back, as they go back after we trained for the day. For those few days, the warriors have continued to insist on accepting the power of the Moon Goddess from the sceptre. Even though it was during the process of receiving it, they never allowed it to be a problem or hindrance to them for what they truly seek. I was sure that if they were given more days to do this, the eleven warriors who are now Mighty Wolves could eventually become Devine Wolves. And if that happ

If something wrong was currently happening, it was an effect of two causes: either they were too powerful and smart or the warriors had turned lacadastic and careless. “You can rise.” I said to the scout, turning to the warriors at my back. “Ayyyeee!!!!” I shrieked. “Ayyyyeeee!!!” The cacophonous echo of the warriors responded. “Warriors, get ready. For what we are about to face demands our blood and fullness to the heritage of the Darkmoon pack,” I ordered. “We're moving immediately.”

“So be it. We stand together. Moonspire, Silvermoon, and the Moonveil warriors under Christen’s command. Tonight, the packs prepare. Tomorrow, we plan our strike.” The courtyard erupted in howls of approval, spears clashing against shields. The next morning, the training grounds of Moonspire thundered with the sound of steel clashing, fists striking, and wolves shifting into their beasts. The once divided packs—Moonspire, Silvermoon, and Christen’s Moonveil warriors—now stood shoulder to shoulder.