Warriors Mothwing Novels & Stories

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

My power grew and sometimes I could already guess the secret before she even told me. "Keep your head still, little bird," Mama whispered. Her voice was like the rustle of silk against stone—soft, but with an edge that commanded the wind to listen. Sometimes I thought she cared and sometimes I felt fear coming off of her in waves. I tried to sit like a statue, though a ladybug was currently making a daring trek across my knuckles. I watched its red shell move, wondering if I could use the tiny hum in my fingertips to make its wings turn gold. I reached out with my spirit, feeling the tiny pulse of the insect’s life. Just as the air around my hand began to shimmer with a faint, emerald glow,

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form. Behind them the door fills with the motley pack that are the Loop City Rogues. I almost can't believe my eyes! They all came here! A pack that is not a pack, fighting a fight that's not theirs. There's more. They're actually glowing. Like the Moon Goddess has touched them. They glow! Vuko! Alpha Vuko! The warning comes too late.

It was a beta, and Sam was its alpha. Sam had lied about her family that was why we never found them. She was not a Blackwell, she was a Moonchild. A pure breed. A direct descendant of the moon goddess. Her existence was a myth to me until I saw it with my eyes. " Liam Warren Newmoon, Marcus Newmoon, Tell your father," she said to the silver wolf " That I will return and take my rightful place as Alpha, and he will pay with his life for what he did to my parents, Malachi Issac Moonchild, Tamar Lea Moonchild, and my brother Benjamin Alfred Moonchild. Tell him that I will have my revenge. I seek retribution." she ordered, and the silver wolf bowed to its Alpha and turned to mist.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

'MATE! And there she is, the most breathtakingly gorgeous wolf. She is platinum-white in colour. Her lavender eyes were practically glowing and the beautiful silver crown with shining lavender stone adorned her head. "Warrior Moon..." Dave's breathless voice broke the pin-dropped silence and a few things happened in the next second. "No-No! It can't be..." Nicholas choked in his breath, caught in the shocking situation and the Warrior Moon ran toward them. With a high jump, she passed the Shining Rolls Royce and disappeared into the jungle, leaving both men in bewilderment...

Warriors. Alliance warriors. Her mother stumbled but continued to run. She concealed herself behind a fallen log and whispered against baby Aria’s forehead, her voice trembling yet filled with affection. “I’m so sorry, my little moonlight. They fear what you are. But one day… you will rise.” Aria felt her legs weaken. She pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to breathe. A shadow sprang into view—a hooded warrior. Her mother turned, claws bared, defending her child with every ounce of strength she had left.