Mothwing Warriors Novels & Stories

Jake said, liking the plan more and more. “Alright, let’s get to work, Warriors,” Trick said loudly. “Tonight, we’ll avenge our brothers.”

"Do you enjoy watching sunsets?" "Yes, especially when I'm watching it together with you." ***** MARCUS was hiding in a large tree while secretly watching Althaia and her tribesmen in the middle of her yard. He's been back in Montgomery for a few weeks and has been keeping a close eye on Althaia's pack's activities. He noticed a significant change in the werewolf tribe. The once joyful and peaceful community is now engulfed in violence and terror. A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash.

There is nothing left even though the battle must be passed at the risk of life. Even the worms of the valley of death must feel the pain of their formidable power. Each other helps and protects each other when the enemy is targeting one of them to be killed. The saliva of the worms is enough to harm them if they are careless. Michael jumps. He attacks from the back of the worm. Meanwhile, Dean becomes an angler so that the worms are tricked into allowing Michael to attack.

All the warriors seem to push the females off and out of the way as they all get to their feet and surround Zachariah. Zachariah smiles and lets out a low whistle. The warriors that were waiting outside the door come walking in and the small room seems even smaller. The warriors all look at each other before one takes a slow step forward, bowing his head. The others soon follow suit. These warriors actually have a brain in their heads, knowing when to fight and when to surrender. Three of Zachariah warriors move to the front, standing just behind Zachariah. They have special gloves on their hands as they hold silver cuffs. The 9 warriors all whimper but don't resist as the three warriors ste

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Maya spit these last words, and the crowd roared, some laughing, some howling with rage. Sasha said nothing. She stood there, fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “You will not disrespect our union.” Her voice was a menacing growl, though a poor imitation of an Alpha. “Don’t ever forget your place, Rogue.” The Warriors laughed. Encouraged by their support, Sasha pointed at the pair of them. “Warriors! Do not let a pair of filthy Rogues disrespect your Alpha and his TRUE Luna!” The Warriors, their anger reignited, surged forward once more. They yanked Maya over the railing, and she was lost in the crowd. All I could hear were her screams of terror.

The body hit the ground. And he moved on. As the numbers truly began to show, the Nightwing warriors began to falter bit by bit. “They’re falling back!” one of his warriors called. “Don’t let them regroup.” Prince ordered. They were beaten… they needed to kill off an injured prey before it could recover. ….they obeyed and handled relentlessly. Nightwing warriors were pushed further back, forced away from the outer defenses, driven toward the village itself and towards what they were trying to protect.

Their muscles were rigid with anger, and they threw stones at me for having the guts to betray their Alpha. But I did no such thing. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Micheal addressed the warriors. His voice bounced against the walls of the training hall. “Warriors of the Blue Lily pack. I have gathered you all here today to officially thank you for the effort you have put into the growth of this pack. Yes, I know that's not enough reason to summon you all, but without you, our pack would not have the strength to defend itself against her enemies. Neither would we have the courage to move on…”

I hear Joyce yells after me. I ignore her and continue running, then I hear her footsteps behind me. * * Writer's pov Crescent pup's home...! Chaos everywhere! Rogues and pack warriors fighting, all in wolf 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!" Micah exclaims. Xander growls as he sees his warriors getting killed.. dying by the hands of the rogues.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.