Warriors Mothwing Novels & Stories

The allies also dashed Soheila's direction. The six birds summoned their spirit beasts and that shook the enemies. A silver wolf, a fennec fox, 2 golden lions, poisonous venom butterfly, and two four-winged rocks. The parents of the baby four-winged rocks had agreed to let Sirene and Hector be the master of their babies just a few days ago.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

No mother should have to endure the pain of losing a child. Her death had been brutal. Moon Fang had been quiet throughout the Pack Wars and the politics that came along with it. As followers of the old ways and the family of the Conduit it was their duty to not intervene unless instructed too by the Moon. The faith allowed them to miss the pettiness that the wars had started over. The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them.

His wolf was clawing at the surface, trying to tear its way out of his skin. He looked ready to rip my throat out, but the moment my scent hit him, the scent of his mate, he froze. The feral growl died in his throat, replaced by a pained whimper. I didn't waste a second. I channeled every drop of spiritual energy I had, my fingertips glowing with a soft, milky white light. I pressed my palm firmly against his burning chest, right over his frantic heart. "By the Frost of the Moon, Let the Silver Be Strewn," I murmured an ancient spell, sending the cooling waves of healing power into him. "I'm here. Let it go, Lucian."

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

“We’re not alone.” Then, out of the darkness, they came. A ripple of energy crackled through the air as figures emerged from the shadows, their movements eerily fluid. They were taller than most humans, their bodies draped in garments spun from mist and starlight. Their silver eyes glowed with an unsettling intensity, and inked across their chests—wings. Dwayne exhaled sharply. “Was it—” “The Nymari.” The warrior beside him confirmed. “They can shift, too.”

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

The alliance forged in the crucible of necessity held the promise of a formidable defense against the looming threat, and the supernatural forces braced themselves for the impending battle on the moonlit horizon. The atmosphere in Alpha Jake's office was charged with a sense of urgency as he, alongside Luna Mara, Beta Jason, and the witch leader Morgana, gathered to discuss the imminent threat posed by the vampires. The room, adorned with symbols of werewolf heritage and traces of mystical energy from the witches, became a strategic enclave for planning their defense.

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.