Warriors: The New Prophecy Sunset Novels & Stories

"Tell them the North is no longer a harvest. It is a fortress. And if you ever set foot in these woods again, the trees themselves will bury you." ​Malakai looked at us, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. He signaled to his remaining warriors, and they vanished into the mist, their presence fading like a bad dream. ​The clearing fell silent. The sun was truly rising now, a natural, beautiful gold that matched the light in Winnie’s eyes. ​"Is it over?" I asked, pulling her into my arms. ​"No," she said, leaning her head on my chest. "But for the first time in a thousand years, I think the prophecy is finally dead. We wrote a new one, Cassian."

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

It took me by surprise as I hadn't expected such a reaction from them. Hunter then took center stage and began his announcement. "My fellow warriors," he started, "we have been through a difficult time. We have faced challenges that have tested our strength and resilience. But despite all that, we have emerged victorious. And today, I want to recognize our Luna for her unwavering support and leadership during these difficult times."

But it wasn’t a prophecy about me, but about Orion. He had lost his inner voice, his wolf. Orion was mated to me, which is like a union or partnership between Luna and Alpha. A new beginning, because we will take the pack over and have control as their leader. And awakening, because his wolf was finally back. ‘Or reckoning, because Orion will make Jordan pay for his crimes.’ Ember growled inside my mind. ‘So, should I trust the Moon Goddess? Her plans so far have always worked, but I can’t let my family suffer.’

one elder teased, settling opposite us. "Were you expecting me?" I asked, perplexed. I hadn't announced my visit. The shorter elder chuckled. "The goddess knows everything, and every thought before we conceive them." His enigmatic words left me puzzled, but I remained silent. The taller Elder stated,“The prophecy foretells of an omega whose soul shines brighter than the sun and whose heart is purer than the first snowfall. This chosen one will bring balance to the warring packs and unite the alpha and omega clans, ushering in a golden era of peace and prosperity.”

"We did it, Sean. No more prophecies. No more marks. Just us." I pulled her closer, looking out at the horizon where the sun was finally rising on a world without war, or worry. The story didn't end with a battle; it ended with a beginning. THE END.

The Luna, who had conquered death, had found her happy ending. And the Luna who would conquer the future was writing hers. The prophecy was complete. The Crimson Dawn had risen. And the world would never be the same. TO BE CONTINUED...

She tilted her chin upward, her lips meeting mine in a deep, possessive kiss that sealed the promise under the morning sky. The phantom ache of her silver scar was completely dead, replaced by the burning, unyielding strength of the Midnight Eclipse line. The vipers had run out of territory, the contracts were burned to ash, and as the wind rustled through the western fields below us, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to my Luna.