Mothwing Warriors Novels & Stories

MITCH CHESTER AS HE TORE through the vampires, his eyes wavered back, and he looked at Anna. He could not believe she was nearby again, even as all the odds were against him all this while. Arranging the warriors for battle on such short notice was not an easy feat as most of his warriors were not familiar with guns, but he had made them ready and prepped for battle under a few hours He grunted as a vampire sank his fang into his arm. He growled grabbed the vampire by its head and slammed it into the ground.

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Tharion led the team, his imposing frame moving with uncanny precision through the dense forest, faster and quieter than a man of his size had any right to be. The team consisted of Tharion, Victor—a vampire from Estonia—and two witches, Cara and Marcus. Cara suddenly lifted her fist, signaling the group to halt. Tharion tilted his head, sniffing the night air, searching for imminent danger, but all he detected was the acrid odor of the rogue wolves. The team closed ranks around Cara. “Wards,” she whispered, her voice almost swallowed by the darkness. From the black canvas pack strapped to her belt, she drew a smooth green stone and handed it to Marcus, its faint glow illuminating their tens

"Head lower! Avoid the arrows! It's a win!!" I joined them, my claws flashing in the moonlight as I cut down all moonstone warriors that dared to stand my way. I hadn't seen any mysticshadow pack warrior yet, and I was beginning to doubt the prophesy of the obese warrior.

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

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.

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.

“ I motion for Marix and Bryant to come over to my side. “This is Marix and her Mate Bryant. I just found out they are the Delta couple of the Highplains Pack, to which Ryker is their Alpha, and this is my mother, Sylvia Lockstar”. I finish. My mom put her hands on her mouth, covering her surprise. She has never been surrounded by this many rank wolves, especially from another pack.