Mothwing Warriors Novels & Stories

People were running helter skelter, shouting as they run—their wolf strength and powers rendered obsolete in the face of the onslaught spearheaded by shadow warriors. Mothers were weeping for their children. Fathers were trying to fight the shadow warriors bravely—standing in the gap for their family—and dying whilst at it. Freya could see all these in painful detail with an ancient eagle’s eyes. It was part of an ancient’s arsenal when activated. Right now, she could see the entire scope of the pack. She could see the entirety of the happenings. Was this how war looked like? Freya thought sadly. No wonder Peter had almost gone in without thinking.

Something nags at my mind when I watch her in Beast form and it's been bugging me. Shadow Warriors are an alien race. We came to Earth after destroying our home planet with infighting. Our history texts have been passed down to each Shadow Warrior leader. I gained the books from my uncle. They chronicle the Shadow Warrior downfall on our home planet. My uncle worried about history repeating itself and forced me to read the texts early on. Even in my teens, I found them fascinating. I only skimmed through the texts on female Warriors because they hadn't existed in hundreds of years. Until Marinah. Her mother, Dinah, was a descendant of one of the female Warriors who came to Earth. Her secrets

James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group. The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation. Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation. Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them. Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect. Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army. Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?”

I’m with child now,’ Maia cries as she places her hand on her slightly swollen stomach. ‘It will be okay, my love. We will get our home back. I’ve mind-linked the warriors, who are currently fighting against the Harpies,’ Damon says to her. ‘What were those worm creatures? I know the other creatures were minotaurs, and did you all see those dragons in the sky?’ I ask. ‘Dragons!’ Ela and Fern say simultaneously.

“Kill them!” At that point, Andrius had nothing more to say and charged forward. Swoosh... Whirr... The two elders immediately activated their secret techniques, summoning an endless army of insects. It filled the air with bloody shadows! Even if each insect was only the size of a bean, when they gathered together, they looked imposing and shocking. Thud! Thud! Thud! At the same time, a dull sound came from the distance. Leading the way were several familiar faces, including a group of Martial Saint insect soldiers like St. Dmitri, Lloyd, and the dragonslayer knight. Behind them were countless Martial God and Martial Emperor insect soldiers.

"I don't trust them." "They saved us," I said, stumbling over a fallen sword. My legs felt like water. "They slaughtered an army in under ten minutes," Ares corrected grimly. "That's not saving. That's... something else." He was right. The strange warriors—the Old Wolves, the woman had called them—were moving through the hall with terrifying efficiency. They weren't celebrating their victory. They weren't even breathing hard. They just worked, silent and coordinated, like worker bees in a hive.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

The Boulder Dragon Bombs forged out of Wilbur's spiritual energy continued to shoot at the insects. Yet even after their limbs were torn apart and lying on the ground, they continued crawling toward Wilbur as if trying to attack him, and they were getting closer and closer. Just then, Kolton let out a terrifying laugh. "These are the children of the Great Will, the endlessly powerful Mantis Warriors! Any and all living creatures shall be defeated by them, just you wait." Spiritual energy surged out of Wilbur's body as he eyed the creatures coldly. The Mantis Warriors were emotionless bodies of flesh. All they had was their immense spiritual energy, which made them the perfect killing machine

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

Harper listened and tried to control the trembling of her body, but sweat still ran down her forehead. Wyatt touched her cheek. He thought Harper was just afraid of witches. “Witches are weak in battle. They need magic and potions to rely on. Our warriors are all experienced in battle. They will kill every witch.” “Sure, I believe in.” Harper pulled out a smile, but felt bitter in her heart. To. Kill. Every. Witch. Would she end up being one of them? Wyatt looked at his army once more and shouted, "Move out!" His flood of alpha commands brought the warriors to a boil, roaring, their bloodthirsty natures about to be unleashed.