Warriors Mothwing Novels & Stories

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

Confuse what they are not telling me where they are not telling me Dominic leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Two hundred years ago, there was a bloodline. The Moirae. Violet-eyed warriors. Not just warriors living weapons. But they were very peaceful and liked to mind their business, but they were strong, Even a beta from their bloodline could overpower an average alpha. Their wolves were unlike anything ever seen larger, faster, and more vicious. But it wasn’t just their strength. It was their instinct. They didn’t need orders. They felt the rhythm of war. Some said they were born from the battle itself.”

"Do you enjoy watching sunsets?" "Yes, especially when I'm watching it together with you." ***** MARCUS was hiding in a large tree while secretly watching Althaia and her tribesmen in the middle of her yard. He's been back in Montgomery for a few weeks and has been keeping a close eye on Althaia's pack's activities. He noticed a significant change in the werewolf tribe. The once joyful and peaceful community is now engulfed in violence and terror. A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash.

As we prepared for battle, Arcturus approached me, his yellow eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "Princess Bianca," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "I have a secret to share with you. A secret that will change the course of our battle, and perhaps our lives forever." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it, Arcturus?" He glanced around, ensuring we were alone. "I am not just a werewolf, Princess. I am a magical wolf, sent by the Moon Goddess herself to aid you in this battle." My eyes widened in awe. "The Moon Goddess? Why would she choose you for this task?"

I hear some surprised whimpers and pain gurgles from the bird’s attack. I open the link to all Blue Meadow and Black Lake warriors now. *Warriors, be aware, Alpha Emerson is aiding our fight with her bird ability. Do not attack the birds, let them help you.* I say just as I slice into a jugular of a rogue who had a warrior pinned down.

“When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?” “I want to keep things the same, as much as possible. I like the idea of a member bringing in a new prospect, sponsoring and mentoring him. I don’t want the Warriors to be open to just anybody. We have a good dynamic, a family, and being a Warrior isn’t for just anybody.” The guys smiled and nodded their heads. “Thanks, Wrath, I think we need some fresh blood to man the bar and wash the dishes.” Weasel laughed. “Fuck yeah, we do.

Before we get out of the pack, he tells me how my eyes need to be red before I could be accepted as the alpha and rule my pack, and in the meantime, Dante might return to ruling until that happens. IT'S BEEN THREE MONTH," after the whole incident, I just finished being crowned the alpha of the Dark Wand Pack. My eyes had glowed red while saving Mark from a close death call. It was one of his rough plays with Roman and Jared and if I hadn't come online, he would have fallen off the whole building. They forgot he could crawl and they still played with him as if he was still a month old. Mark had no resemblance to Xylah but rather he looked just like Roman which made it more believable. After t

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.

I had all the civilians that came that day stay in their human forms while the warriors all shifted into wolves and practiced flipping them onto their backs. I watched in delight as Jasmine giggled while one of the female warriors practiced the exercise with her, thinking she looked so cute. Jasmine would lay on the ground, and the warrior used her snout to flip Jasmine onto her and secure her by holding Jasmine's arms in her mouth, giving a little shake to make sure she was safely in place. Jasmine was clearly enjoying herself, and I could already picture her as part of the warrior team.

Soon, the moths flew up and around Winifred’s body. A minute later, Xyris put the moths away and said, “Boss, I’ll be honest. Your wife was not poisoned by Kodoku, so there was nothing I could find. Since Senior Beggar King has said that the Holy Ice Silkworm will be able to wake her up, there must be no problem.” “Alright.” Tyr nodded. “Xyris, my master says that the Holy Ice Silkworm is the holy object of the Hymenoptera community from Maddox.