All Chapters of Red Stripes On The Silver Moon : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Tigreal found himself tightly bound with ropes and chains, surrounded by angry wolves standing tall with their ears pointed forward and paws ready. He was bewildered and disturbed, trying to make sense of what had just happened to him. All he could remember was a sudden burst of smoke and a rough hand tapping his shoulder before he lost consciousness.Confused and filled with rage, Tigreal struggled fiercely to break free from the chains that held him. "Where am I? What have you done to Freya?" he shouted, his voice filled with violence. He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him.A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed

"Try it again," Xirza demanded in a cold and stern tone. His voice reverberated across the expansive field, resonating with the lightning flashing through the sky. The rain continued to pour heavily, accompanied by thundering winds sweeping across the plain.Tigreal swiftly regained his footing and tightened his grip on his wrists. His fangs grew larger and sharper, while his claws extended to their full length. Assuming a battle stance, he stood ready to counter-attack at any given moment. Illuminated by the lightning, his muscular form and beastly aura made him appear ferocious and lethal."Come on, come on!" he growled in a bestial voice, his eyes gleaming red with flames of anger and a hunger for vengeance."Don't disappoint me, Tigreal," Xirza instructed before issuing a command. "Attack!"Instantly, the werewolves in their half-human, half-beast forms dashed towards Tigreal, howling with a ravenous thirst for his blood. Their fur was drenched, and rainwater dripped from their bo

Tigreal stood before his pack, his towering figure emanating strength and determination. The moon's soft light bathed him, casting a radiant glow that accentuated his every feature. His eyes sparkled with a fiery resolve as he prepared to deliver a powerful and inspiring speech."My brothers and sisters at arms" Tigreal's voice boomed, commanding the attention of every wolf in the pack. "We stand at the precipice of a great battle, a battle that will test our strength, our unity, and our valor. The dark moon's pack threatens our land, and we cannot let their tyranny go unchecked. White wolves and dark wolves had all been staying together with unity, until the death of my father, and the enthronement of Balmond my brother, who brought this negations and evil into the world of where peace once coexisted. However, we must rise up to set things straight back to normal again".The pack members exchanged skeptical glances, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. Tigreal's bold words seemed t

The battleground lay before them, a vast expanse of turmoil and chaos. The clash of fangs, the thunderous roars, and the pained cries of warriors echoed through the air. It was a fight for the ages, where the fate of the dark moon's pack and the white moon's pack would be decided.Tigreal stood tall and proud at the forefront of his pack, his eyes blazing with determination. He raised his head high, rallying his comrades with a powerful howl that cut through the cacophony of battle."Wolves of the White Moon's pack!" Tigreal's voice resonated. "Today, we stand united against the forces of darkness. Let the moonlight guide our claws, and let our spirits burn with the fire of justice. We fight not only for our survival but for the hope of a brighter future!"His words stirred the hearts of his pack, filling them with renewed resolve. They charged forward, their howls blending into a harmonious chorus of defiance.Meanwhile, Balmond stood at the forefront of the dark moon's pack, his tow

Kelvin luxuriated in the wondrous sensation of drawing in a breath of fresh air, feeling as if he had been deprived of it for an eternity. It was as though he had traversed through countless decades, venturing away from the familiar human world into the haunting domain of predatory creatures. With a satisfying stretch of his body and a flick to remove the clinging dust from his clothes, he savored the newfound freedom."I never envisioned returning empty-handed and wallowing in such pathetic circumstances," Trevor grumbled to himself, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.Kelvin turned to Trevor, a glint of both amusement and melancholy dancing in his eyes, and replied, "Indeed, my friend. Yet, isn't there something strangely alluring about being back here? Once upon a time, we harbored an unwavering belief in our ability to vanquish any foe. Now, it stings to realize our helplessness, but it also elicits a twisted sense of amusement."A chuckle escaped Kelvin's lips as