Mosskit Warriors Novels & Stories

White moon pup's home...... Chaos everywhere! Rogues and lack warriors fighting, all in wold forms, biting on each other mercilessly. The warriors are outnumbered, which makes it difficult for them to win against the rogues. "Bloody hell, we are almost too late!" Tony exclaims. Mason growls as he sees his warriors getting killed, dying by the hands of rogues. "You all should shift and kill every rogue!" He orders. Without wasting time, they all shifted and joins the fight.

I relaxed into my seat watching the sun rise in silence for a few minutes before I spoke again. “Did Alpha August tell you about Maise and I ranking up as warriors on Friday? We are officially pack warriors now. I know they say junior warriors are also pack warriors but not really, you get to do nothing but train as a jr warrior. Atleast as a Sentienal I will get to be apart of the boarder patrol and hopefully more people will be able to get to know me so they can see that I can be trusted and not just some outsider they have to follow out of obligation.” I smiled hopefully.

I grabbed a hot chocolate and joined them. Lola "ah here’s our other new warrior" she said smiling Maisie "girls I’m so proud of you both your gonna smash it .and It'll be nice to know when we’re all tucked up in our beds, we have two of our finest girls patrolling the boarders". Dakota "Uhh, well we still have six months to go girls before we even know if we've passed and get to be official warriors" Maisie "well I already know you girls will kick ass and pass"

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

Cassian’s POV The air in the courtyard was thick with the scent of salt, wet fur, and the metallic tang of anticipation. Forty warriors, the absolute elite of the four primary packs, stood in perfect, silent formation. They were not armed with the heavy steel of traditional warfare. Instead, they carried obsidian blades and silver-tipped spears: weapons designed by Leo and Julian to disrupt magical frequency rather than just cut through flesh. They were silent, their eyes fixed on Winnie and me with a devotion that was as humbling as it was terrifying.

Luna Karter saw the shift instantly. “Now!” she roared through the pack link. “They’re weakening! Push!” With renewed fury, the Silvermoon warriors surged forward. Elder Nicolas’s barriers flared brighter. Dazzle smashed through enemies like a living wrecking ball. Karter herself moved like a silver whirlwind, claws tearing through weakened rogues with lethal precision. Within minutes, the tide turned completely. The rogue army broke. Those who could still run fled into the forest. The rest were cut down. Karter stood atop a pile of fallen enemies, chest heaving, blood coating her silver fur. Victory was theirs.

“Six out of the eight packs that are strictly our allies have vowed to help us. They believe that the Goddess has made this mating and that no one can oppose it. The other two, New Moon and Shadow packs, refuse to support us, but vow to remain neutral in the war to come.” “And what of the packs that we share?” Former-Alpha Jared asks. “Of those five, we will only maintain two,” Zak grimly states. Muttered curses and gasps fill the room. “Which two?” Dad asks. “Blood Moon and Tranquility packs,” Zak answers. “Those are the two smallest packs of the five!” Former-Gamma Richard exclaims. “How many warriors does that bring us to?” his wife, Lauren, asks. “430,” Charlie answers. “That isn’t in

Three of Moonlit’s warriors discovered their mates there. Alpha Knight started the process of accepting everyone into his pack.

The rest were scattered about and are presumably dead. The Red Mountains couldn’t arrive early enough to stop the Queen’s forces so the Forbidden Forest warriors went to hold them. All those blood and sacrifice would be avenged. The delegates for the journey were Alpha Scott, Alpha Red and a warrior named Kyle. Scott watched in slight envy as the warrior’s mate had wrapped her hand around her mate, kissing him passionately. She was one of the women who work at the border farming so she wouldn’t watch him leave the next day. They stared at each other and Scott knew they were mind linking. He could see the obvious pain in the warrior’s eyes when his mate left.

Viktor said. “Picked apart?” I asked. “Despite having gifts, the Moon Stone pack was not a pack of warriors. They lived quietly among their own kind and welcomed the visitors that came in hopes of finding their mated partner. When the surrounding pack Alphas declared war, they had no hopes of winning. There were a few pack members who could control fire. They were the ones who tried to fight back when the surrounding packs showed up,” Viktor said. “They were the warriors of Moon Stone. They didn’t have any training or anything and their only weapon was their fire. The Moon Stone pack fell and the members were divided by their gifts. They were given to the surrounding packs as prisoners of wa