Warriors Moonpaw Novels & Stories

She looks down, her ears flicking. She lets out a snort I assume is supposed mean she's happy. Carson grins and stripes free of her jacket. After throwing down the rest of her clothes -minus her underwear- she shifts too. She was a cream coloured wolf, white and black streaked fur. Together they take off towards the forest. Vic suddenly runs past my legs making me jump. He looped after them, a black smudged against the white snow. Ally and Tori seemed torn, weather to shift too and run after them, or to see if I was going to change.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

the third warrior says as she sweetly smiles and sets the teacup down. Trevor seems to have fallen in love with her but I can't blame him. The girl looks like a painting and the way she moves is so elegantly poised, of course everyone would be looking at her. This means she has grown up as a high-ranking wolf. “My name is Sherry Harvey and as you already know it, I am the third warrior of the moon goddess by the name of Zoe.” she introduces herself fluently. Her voice is so charming that all of us take a moment to answer and she just keeps smiling.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

And now also a bomb-ass mother. Tri-Moon is still healing. There is a lot of pain to unpack and loss to work through. It's been a huge few years for the once ‘secret’ pack. They are now the head of Were-kind, home to the leaders of an entire species, and the ground zero of the Moon Goddess’ prophecy. Tri-Moon is a celebrity in its own right. I rocked myself on the porch swing as I recounted all my favourite memories. Some bad, some good, but all of them are mine.

If they did trespass, there were consequences that the government needed to face. It was a time where humans befriended werewolves and even married and had families. It was a time a female Alpha was as much feared and obeyed as a male one. It was a time of pure harmony, peace and there was no rule break for over a decade. Let's introduce myself now. I am Audrey Rose Moon. The Alpha of the Moon Knight pack. One of the strongest there was. My father Joseph Moon had retired from his job as an Alpha since I turned 18 just the previous year. He handed me my rightful position and power, since then, I have been doing quite well, I guess.

He smiled, placing his fist over his chest. "I am Arnold Paleframe. The Alpha King of the Golden Moon Wolf Pack. We are the descendants of the Moon Goddess."

"A Vespera that can eat divine lightning? You truly are a pest that refuses to stay dead." "Who are you?" I gasped, struggling to stand. My skin felt like it was on fire, and my wings were twitching uncontrollably. "I am a Sentinel of the Pale Moon," the warrior said, stepping over the cowering wolves as if they were nothing but ants. "Your kind stole the fire of the stars. My job is to take it back." Silas moved before the warrior could take another step. He didn't use a sword; he turned into a blur of pure shadow, slamming into the Sentinel with enough force to level a building. The sound of shadow hitting silver was like a mountain collapsing.

The way she looked at me and smiled at me, was as if I was her favorite person in the world. Plus, she has been insistent on calling me, Moon Princess. Then there was the fact that it seemed like every time I turned around, she was there. Even when I was pretty sure she was supposed to be in the clinic. Last night we just got in a few warriors that had been outside the borders checking out something. Supposedly they had heard something that sounded like a child’s cry. After getting permission to investigate, a four-wolf squad went outside to find out what was going on.

Even though it was late at night, she had no worries for her cousin because werewolves were known to roam at such times, especially when the moon was full. She was about to return to sleep when she noticed a shiny object on the table, resting on a cushion. It was her crown. She sighed as she pondered the responsibilities that will befall her as the new queen of their tribe starting tomorrow. (Flashback) Werewolves were cheerfully celebrating the Queen's 108th birthday in the large yard of her home in the heart of the woodland of Montgomery. Aside from the moonlight, lanterns hung from trees, poles, and banners provided additional illumination to the dark surroundings.