Warriors Mothwing Novels & Stories

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

someone is said to have shouted angrily The wings are unbreakable, but the feathers are so fragile inevitability Like honey in a smooth, flawless stone cup The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil One day someone gave up, he stood in the middle of absolute loneliness The blazing beam above the crown almost burned him ali

Occasionally, they would come across travelers on their route who were making their way towards the kingdom entrance. The kingdom of Volar had two entrance gates. The outermost wall had the first entrance gate and was the one that surrounded the entire kingdom, along with the jungle, the four battalion arenas, the two lakes, and the only waterfall in the kingdom. The second gate was the entry point to the actual kingdom where the Royal family and the people resided. If any person who did not belong to the kingdom had to enter, they had to go through both the gates and undergo a thorough checking before they could enter inside. This was done as a precaution in case any of the travelers were s

she shouted. I quickly stepped out of the café, ready to run home when I stopped in my tracks. A bunch of warriors were cutting through the downtown area, heading to their cars that were parked nearby. Shit, I hadn’t considered that warriors might be out this early in the morning. Of course, they worked shifts at all hours of the day. They all looked up and had their eyes on me, like moths to a flame. There was no doubt that they could sense that same debilitating need that I'd been dealing with all morning.

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

As I sat down across from him, I could feel his eyes boring holes into my head. “Leo,” I breathed, my voice trembling, “I can explain—” “Do you understand the significance of what you’ve done?” he interrupted. My eyes widened. “I-I didn’t do anything, Leo,” I insisted. “I swear. I came back from lunch and found it like this.” But Leo simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Audrey… Luna moths are a symbol of peace and prosperity to werewolves. Destroying one, particularly its wings... it’s essentially wishing harm upon all werewolves and the Moon Goddess herself.”

the guard shouted, turning around and looking at a girl with a woman who looked rather big She was crying and trying to stand up, but her leg was not helping, and on top of that, the guard screamed at them because of her His heart beat so fast he heard his wolf Mars say snarl "mate" Now I suffer for your pain , but then I will kill everyone who Altum Meaning ' winged wolves' in Latin Inferos _ Zayn Malik's flock _ inferos Meaning ' wolves of hell' in Latin Ardena - the heroine - means ' sanctuary ' in Latin March _ wolf zayn malik _ meaning 'Gods of War'