Mothwing Warriors Novels & Stories

Confuse what they are not telling me where they are not telling me Dominic leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Two hundred years ago, there was a bloodline. The Moirae. Violet-eyed warriors. Not just warriors living weapons. But they were very peaceful and liked to mind their business, but they were strong, Even a beta from their bloodline could overpower an average alpha. Their wolves were unlike anything ever seen larger, faster, and more vicious. But it wasn’t just their strength. It was their instinct. They didn’t need orders. They felt the rhythm of war. Some said they were born from the battle itself.”

Dimitri hollered and everybody closed their eyes, gulping in fear and anxiety, waiting for his next words. "I have devised a plan that will defeat Eldrick and end his rule once and for all and this time, I will plan everything myself," Dimitri shouted. "Let me warn you. If you dare deceive me and run over to Eldrick or towards the enemy's side, I will not let you and your family off for the generations to come. Men, fight for me and let us all win this battle. I want Eldrick's head on that pole."

someone is said to have shouted angrily The wings are unbreakable, but the feathers are so fragile inevitability Like honey in a smooth, flawless stone cup The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil One day someone gave up, he stood in the middle of absolute loneliness The blazing beam above the crown almost burned him ali

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

I’m about 6 feet away when two other wolves barrel into Liam and his warriors, as well as Damon’s warriors, breaking their formation, leaving it open for Wyatt, Maya, the bear, and me to form a circle around the car, waiting for them to attack. Instead, we heard a howl of agony, some yelling from Dean, before multiple howls of retreat went up at the same time as the weird warrior call that Maya had made before the fight rang out. Fucking fantastic. The Amazons are here.

It's like having spies among us. Despite this revelation, the lingering question persists: who among us is colluding with the enemy? The warriors claim they saw a lady who covered her head with a hoodie, after she left, they were distracted by a terrible smell, followed by the rogue's attack. The rogue said one of the warriors stepped aside for them while the woman showed them the way. ----------- In the morning, my pack and I trained together. First, the warriors and I practised before the others. When everyone else joined, we split into groups to teach them.

uffed as she folded her arms and waited. Lyle stepped forward closer to Amaris now. He looked concerned. Amaris suddenly started talking again. "There looks to be somewhere in the neighborhood of eight thousand troops here." Everyone froze. "Eight THOUSAND?" Anna said with emphasis on the 'thousand'. ALexis just covered his mouth and looked at the sky. Andreas put his head in his hands. Lyle ducked his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "What do we do? We don't have an army that can fight eight thousand." This time it was Taji that was speaking out. Alexis looked at him and simply shook his head and gave a brief shrug of his shoulders as if he had no idea. Amaris continued on unaware

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”

I am certain that Gray told me stories about a warrior named Graydon Airwolf who had fought bravely alongside him. He is silent for a while. Then he pushes himself upright. "If we assume that this is one pack attacking the city," he says, "we need to understand their strategy. First," he holds up a finger, begins pacing, "an unsuccessful attack on the child, Luka. Second, the attacks on the city's infrastructure. Third, a successful attack on the child as well as his grandmother. Silvia has told us that the child may be a lorist or an oracle. We know the grandmother is a witch."

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.