Mothwing Warriors Novels & Stories

Adrian growled, blocking my figure as a swirling mass of dark energy crackled through the air. The witch. Dozens of her warriors emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing, weapons drawn. I shot to my feet, wiping my tears. “Take them down!” Adrian shouted. Chaos exploded. The warriors clashed. Roars, snarls, the clash of metal against metal. I spotted Andromeda moving toward me, her dark cloak flowing behind her, her eyes glowing a deep violet. Goddess how I have longed to kill this bitch! I rushed forward without hesitation, meeting her head-on. She raised her hand and fire shot from her fingers—I rolled away just in time.

They were a very powerful force to reckon with. As for Nightmares, they were far stronger than Predators. Predators were strong, but a Predator could be taken down by a well-coordinated team of at least 7 Top Level Thrashers. But the same couldn’t be said about Nightmares. Nightmares were so powerful that they could easily dispatch off a Mythic Class, and even the most powerful Mythic Classes weren’t their match! One could recruit 20 Thrashers and send them off to kill a Nightmare, and fail miserably! The best outcome would be that one of the Thrashers escapes the fury of the Nightmare! That was how strong they were. Fortunately, most Nightmares were Mystic Path Warriors. And since that batt

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.

I asked Vivian, looking at her for confirmation. She gave me a sad smile but didn't reply. Oh. Well, "I'm not going anywhere." I said when she didn't reply. I had Kraegos? Only powerful witches could do that and I wasn't powerful, was I? "Of course, you aren't, baby girl," Vivian replied and gave Alix a subtle nod. He began to step back with his pack, I followed suit so that he wouldn't step on my toes. The uniformed warriors were fighting off both the mist monsters and the scorpion-wolves. They seemed to be having a hard time bringing down the huge monsters.

Ethan, fueled by the desire to protect his pack, stood shoulder to shoulder with the warriors, leading by example. As the moon hung high in the night sky, the fate of the Red Moon Pack hung in the balance. The battle lines were drawn, and the clash between wolves and vampires intensified, a crescendo of conflict echoing through the ancient forest. The moon, a silent witness to the turmoil below, cast its glow upon the warriors who fought with a shared purpose—to defend their home and the bonds that bound them together.

The whispers of the shadows seemed to crawl into her mind, telling her she was nothing, that she was weak, that she would be dragged into the dark like all the rest. “No…” she whispered to herself, clutching at her burning arm. “Not again… I won’t be a slave again.” Dean roared, his voice booming over the chaos. “Moonspire! Stand with me!” The warriors of Moonspire surged into formation, their armor clanging as they pushed back the advancing shadows. Blades flashed, claws raked, and teeth snapped as wolves shifted in defense of their Alpha’s hall. The intruder snarled, his cloak fluttering as though alive.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.