Mothwing Warriors Novels & Stories

She said before walking away from me and walking off towards Antony who was standing with a small group of warriors that I am assuming were accompanying us to the Fae world. We had all loaded up in the 5 Cadillac ESV 3.0 L Duramax Turbo. The blacked-out vehicles were all equipped with blacked-out windows to prevent anyone from looking in. Each vehicle held 7 of us. In the lead, we had 7 of our most trusted warriors. The second vehicle was Sam, Thaddeus, and their 5 warriors as they wanted to go on behalf of Gabi. In my vehicle that was sandwiched in the middle was one of the rogue warriors driving, Antony in the front seat with him. Then Athea and I were in the captain's seats with 3 more wa

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

“They held the last gate between us… and the Frostlands.” —THE MARCH By noon, the war horn sounded across the valley. Ava mounted her obsidian-coated direwolf. Her army—an unholy mix of pack warriors, shadowborn rogues, and moon-touched mystics—lined up behind her. “Today,” she called, “we ride not for conquest, but for survival.” “For every bloodline threatened, for every pack shattered, for every child who will never howl at the moon again—we strike back.” The valley howled in unison.

Four soldiers marched up to the Wingeds and each seized the Winged male and female by a wing and dragged them like how one would with a floundering hen. "STOP THAT AT ONCE!" a voice like rolling thunder came booming from a distance. Several flashes of light zipped through the air and stopped. In just the blink of an eye, they had come. Four Wingeds, each beautiful and handsome warrior clad in light armor, their wings flapping gently but yet with such force that everyone could feel the strong gales sweeping by. They beheld the corpse of Mo Yu coldly and when they saw the arrested Winged couple, their eyes blazed with rage and malice.

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

Eldric said "it recognizes the Moon Child" Then I heard a sound in the trees, i heard movement. "Warriors" I shouted "we have company" My twenty warriors immediately moved into defensive positions. Arrows flew from the darkness of the forest. They whistled through the air aimed at Elvanya. "Protect the circle" I roared. My warriors raised their shields and the arrows bounced off. More arrows came. Then figures emerged from the trees. Rebels. At least fifty of them. All armed with swords and spears.

Mike attacked him angrily when he heard his offensive words to their Alphas Ardina screamed as Mars fell to the ground and Mike climbed on top of him, while Nick the Gray Wolf approached her slowly so that her companion wouldn't feel about it. “ March, get him away quickly .” Zayn thought in a hurry when he found out about their plan, the first running him and the other taking it. Is that easy? The meaning wolf pushed Mike nervously and erupted He stood and snarled loudly and brutally over Nickel, which stiffened in fear Mike Alpha too, but Nickel Beta..the two are not stronger than their boss's son, but if they unite maybe they can? She embraced his clothes with fear, and once again bemoane

She slowly lifted her heavy head, her dark eyes fighting to focus through the haze of pain. Figures dropped from the high, shadowed branches above the archway, landing on the causeway with the silent, terrifying grace of hunting leopards. There were six of them. Mwajuma blinked, her mind struggling to process the sight. They were warriors, but they were unlike any warriors she had ever seen. They stood tall, their postures radiating a lethal, disciplined confidence. They wore armor crafted from layered, hardened leaves and the same iridescent metal as their spears, fitted perfectly to their bodies to allow for maximum agility. Their faces were painted with sharp, elegant streaks of silver dy

"Oversized, sparkly moths with a superiority complex. Got it. Do we need to bring bug spray, or are we just squishing them the old-fashioned way?" ​A low, dark chuckle ripples through the younger warriors. The crushing weight of the blood moon's dread lightens just a fraction. ​"We burn the entire hive to the ground," I say softly. The chuckles immediately cease. ​I turn, pacing the length of the frontline, making eye contact with the wolves who bleed for me. I see Reed, his eyes still red-rimmed from Keira's death, but his jaw set in absolute stone. I see Torin, his battleaxe gleaming in the moonlight.

Thankfully, bodies had been removed, as the warriors that were with us from the Midnight Forest Pack, now all bandaged up, told us there had been a fair few of Crimson Night Pack Warriors on the floor, bloodied and injured, some even dead. I don’t even want to think about that. That is one element to my family being warriors I hate. The fact that a big part of that is the fighting, and the killing it can involve. And the way they seem to be so free in forgetting about it, and letting it go like it is literally nothing. Like it is part of their day job, which I guess it is really. But it just doesn’t sit right with me and puts me on edge. Yet most of the men in my family are warriors; my Dad,