Warriors: The New Prophecy Sunset Novels & Stories

I placed a simple written statement before the elder, my voice calm and emotionless. The elder looked shocked and troubled: "Luna, this... this requires the Alpha's consent and a council decision... and about little Ethan..." "Little Ethan is dead." I interrupted him, my gaze unwavering. "My statement is here. Handle the subsequent procedures according to pack law. From this moment, I am no longer Stormfang Pack's Luna." I turned to leave, but my former deputy, a loyal Gamma warrior named Ryan, blocked my path. His face showed anger and confusion.

Dawn's first light caught in her face. And at her back, the wolves began to howl. Not for death. Not in vengeance. But in rebirth. The victory drums boomed across the battlefields. In the bright sunlight, Silvermoon Fang Pack warriors let out howls into the morning air—chests laboring, arms aloft, tears streaming their gore-stained cheeks. They were whole, unbroken, reborn—for the first time in years, they were together. The rebellion banners lay trampled into dust. The holy stone was safe. The prophecy was more than a whisper in the wasteland now—it pulsed.

"Very soon the pill won't be able to control the Blood Hatred, It will no longer be about losing control. It is about Hating each other, with solution that one of them have to die. I want to know when the time reach, would you guys still be able to fall in love peacefully as you are doing. When you meet her remember to wake me up" White Arc finished his speech and went to sleep. I sat on the bed and took a deep breath as my surging heart finally calmed down. I cocked my head and looked at the table side. Her wrist watch that she left behind still lay there.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Not long after I left Dawson Corporation, Shane Dawson sent me an address and a photo of our wedding venue: a Spanish castle named Castillo de Sol. The picture showed the castle’s facade consisting of ivory limestone walls and a blazing golden dome, luxury carved into every line. Right in the center of the shot stood Tania Collins, her curls tumbling over her shoulders, a crimson gown hugging her figure. My fingers hovered over her radiant smile for two long seconds. The absurdity sank in like ice.

I caught his scent, smoke, earth, and home, and my heart anchored itself in that single truth, we fight, we live, we survive. The enemy’s retreat began as murmurs of hesitation spread like disease. I seized the moment. My wolf lifted her head and unleashed a roar that rolled through the battlefield like thunder. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a promise. Every ally raised their weapons higher. Every enemy faltered. And in that instant, I understood the prophecy’s whisper that Luna, fierce enough to shake the heavens, would rise not to destroy, but to protect. By the time the sun pierced through the heavy clouds, the battlefield was ours. Bodies littered the soil, smoke curled toward the heave

The faint golden glow rising from the center of the ruins pulsed like a heartbeat. I tightened my grip on my sword and looked over the battlefield. Damien, Varek, Nyx. All of them drawn here by the same force. All of them standing between me and the power I deserved. Beta Brian rode closer, his face grim. “The warriors are ready, Alpha.” I nodded slowly. “Good.” My pulse beat hard inside my chest. Tonight, the prophecy would belong to Nightfang Pack. I raised my sword. “Advance!” The army roared as one. Then we charged.

ʍʏ ʍʊʍ աaʟҡs ɨռ աɨtɦ ɢʟassɛs օʄ ɮʟօօɖ "աɛʟʟ ʟɨҡɛ ʏօʊ aʟʀɛaɖʏ kbow the Freedom Fighters wɛʟʟ աɛ aʀɛ still working on the name, started a long time ago ɛʋɛռ ɮɛʄօʀɛ tɦɛ birth of the hybrid ,,we will lead by the alpha sister she brought us prophecy the prophecy that says the one-day vampires werewolves and all other kinds would be reunited under the moon, by someone who is ռɛɨtɦɛr vampire or werewolf, someone seen as an abomination but yet the most powerful the most important thing in the universe, so weʋɛ ɮɛɛ ռ ʀɛċʀʊɨtɨռɢ, ɢʀօաɨռɢ, քʀɛքaʀɨռɢ ourselves training each օtɦɛʀ, աaɨtɨռɢ քatɨɛntly for the day because the Prophecy also talks about the Great Waʀ, tɦaʄ only the chosen one can ʄʀɛɛ ʊs ʄʀ

He'd probably been confused on how I managed to elude him, and he would never know too. "Don't worry, Luna Queen. The next time I get my hands on you, I'm never letting you go." His words came out hard and heavy, laden with deep rooted intent. He meant them. Our eyes clashed against each other—at this moment deciding that only one of us would come out of this alive. In the next moment, I barely managed to blink before it happened. Damien's claws extended out, and he raised it at the bear alpha.

assistant"> The storm did not stop. Rain lashed against the Blood Moon Pack territory as wolves rushed through the clearing, reinforcing borders and lighting additional fires along the perimeter. The entire pack could feel it now. Something had changed. The prophecy was real. And whatever had been hiding in the shadows was no longer waiting quietly. George walked beside Julia as they returned from the ruins, his jaw tight, every muscle in his body rigid with restrained rage. Warriors surrounded them from every direction, forming a protective barrier around their Luna.