Warriors Mothwing Novels & Stories

Witchcraft. Her blood ran cold. The moment she thought they couldn’t hold another breath, the sound of horns split the night. Wolves lifted their heads, Crescent warriors rallying at the noise. From the western treeline, Melting Moon banners broke through—silver and black cloth gleaming in firelight. Tristan rode at the front, Thorne’s white wolf sprinting beside him, a storm of fury incarnate. Behind him, Melting Moon’s warriors crashed into the enemy flank. Moments later, another horn—Pine Wood, red banners snapping. Osiris’s copper wolf was impossible to miss, a beast roaring with laughter and rage as he tore through black-cloaked mercenaries.

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

I told her with a smile so she knew I wasn't upset about the conversation. I put the rest of my clothes away as we continued our chat. My Aunt Marianne had been right about my uniforms and dress shoes being here when I got here. I found grey plaid skirts in another drawer, with ties to match, along with white blouses and grey vests in another drawer. The plaid skirts and ties were made up of various different shades of grey, while the vests and socks were light grey. Katie explained that Omegas wear grey, while Alpha males wear dark blue and Alpha females wear light blue. Betas wore dark and light green, while Gammas wore light and dark red. She said warriors would be in Orange, since only m

“ 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.

I will not decimate our numbers further by waging reckless battles in our own territory. Those who had witnessed their comrade’s demise, becoming dolefully silent after this timely chastisement. It soon became clear that there were none confident enough among them to nominate themselves as a challenger to their Alpha or even the Witch he intended to set free. This inaction, apparently determining the resolution of their conflict, Sador turned his back on the intruders. Not looking back on the Rogue and his Witch another time as he began to walk away. The Alpha only paused briefly to grumble some instructions towards the blond wolf beside him, ‘Say your good-byes and make certain that he does

"It could be—if the Alpha abused it. But here? Everyone has a role, we pay omegas fairly, no one bullies anyone. Everyone contributes to the pack." Sounded nice. But I wasn’t sold. There were always people who abused power in subtle ways. I didn’t say that out loud though. "What’s your rank?" I asked instead. "Warrior. Beta blood," she said proudly. "Do you train?" "Yep! Been building muscle ever since I got my wolf." She grinned and flexed. I laughed. "Impressive." She beamed. When we reached her wing, she gave me a grand tour, brimming with joy. It was adorable. Like I was visiting for the first time—even though I designed it. She seemed genuinely surprised at how well it turned out. I did

“Yes please.” The man smiled and continued. “As you can see, the Black Tortoise represents the North, the Vermillion Bird represents the South, the Azure Dragon represents the East, the White Tiger represents the West. That man in the center, he’s known as the Yellow Emperor, and he holds them all together.” “That’s very interesting,” Jade said, her full attention focused on the image in front of her. It seems like she has finally found her topic. “Isn’t it? If you’d like to know more about it, there are a couple of books you can read,” the man continued.

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?”

From what I knew, the creature could not fly, but its wings were used to keep it upright, and it could use them as a weapon. Sskíatokos had obsidian claws where the wings bent, much like a pteranodon. Instead of hand-like paws, the claws were sharp and covered in the same substance as its vomitous spray. They could be used like acidic daggers, creating lethal wounds. The creature vomited its substance, hitting the shield surrounding the warriors. The shield sizzled and faltered, no longer protecting the warriors. Another witch hastily cast another one, replacing it. This continued as the warriors cast fire spell after fire spell on each of the three monsters.