Dovewing Warriors Novels & Stories

Dove pov I could listen to Deven sing forever. His rich, melodic voice drifts through the cramped bar, fighting for notoriety against the murmuring wave of voices. Tonight he only sings, but he is an equally talented dancer. The sound of the battering rain outside only accents his voice. Still, I hear a few wavering notes that betray is wariness.

While every member of the army was working hard to build their future home, there were two shiny cocoons in the middle of their lot guarded by rats and their little golems. They were Lorne mowers II and Ben Dover II, and as their mothers, were brood mothers too. David needed tanks and attackers to start hunting, and the solution was simple: plated rhinos and blood vultures. Bone vultures would not be as useful as their red cousin, so Upton was spared of the role.

The journey was long and tiring, but they finally arrived at the Claw pack. Upon arrival, the group was greeted by the pack leader, Kaida, who was a tall and imposing werewolf with jet black fur. Kaida welcomed them to the clan and expressed gratitude to Zemo by bowing to him for their assistance. The pack leader, Kaida, greeted the newcomers warmly but was also cautious. She wanted to ensure that the newcomers were indeed skilled warriors and mages before she could fully trust them. To test Silas's skills, she arranged for an ambush in the forest.

Lastly, my dear Jake was getting comfortable with Richard, they were not friends but cordial enough. Things were getting serious with Black Devil coming forth with attacks. On the other end, Richard and all our alliances were planning to attack his base which were indeed the caves in the territory of Alpha Ace. There were lots of planning, discussions, and strategies that needed to be worked upon. Richard was constantly in meetings with other Alphas and I was busy with Warrior training. We had combined all the warriors in our packs and they were trained together so that they all had the same fighting patterns and techniques. ______

“Today, we defend our future! Stand firm, every wolf—our unity is our strength. Remember: we fight not only for our pack, but for every life that calls Blue Moon home!” With a mighty roar, the pack surged into action. Warriors donned their armor and took up their weapons, their movements a blend of practiced precision and raw, unyielding resolve. Donavon led his contingent down from the rampart, his figure a beacon of strength as he charged toward the ridge where enemy forces now loomed like a dark tide.

She would always take the stance that she was a warrior first and would lead her people from the front lines. When the alarm sounded, Antony would go to Fort Knox and lead our warriors from his cameras. He would be our eyes from every post around the compound. The Demon faction would close all the shops and take up positions around the compound. The coven’s warriors had all been divided up and would all move to their own sectors and defend their posts. The gates would lock down and magically seal, only allowing selected people out, but no one was permitted entrance until the threat was defeated and the sirens were turned off. The warriors that roamed the outer perimeter would continue to kee

Dove growled, shaking in rage. “You will calm down so we can speak like civilized men. We are not monsters, brother.” Stryxx shouted. “Maybe not, but we’re are little better than animals. We lie, cheat, wage wars, and force our own wolves to fight their brothers and sisters for what? Power? The biggest, baddest Wolfpack? It’s criminal what we put ourselves through.” Dove went completely still and Stryxx pulled him to his feet. “I never knew you felt this way. Rei has rubbed off on you, in a good way.” Stryxx smiled, hugging his brother.

His wife, Iliana Granger, was Adrian's bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove that we were on our way to claim. The name white dove had come from my mother, Nina. She said her coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow, and since then, the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children, and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Their mother didn’t give a shit about the family; she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous whe

Reby lapped it up greedily, savoring the taste of Dove's orgasm. "That's a good little slut," Dove said, her voice rough with satisfaction. "Now, get ready for round two." Dove grabbed a strap-on from her bag and put it on, the huge dildo jutting out obscenely. She climbed on top of Reby and pressed the tip against her swollen, aching hole. "You're going to take this like a good little whore," Dove said, her voice cruel. "And you're going to fucking love it." Dove slammed into Reby, the dildo stretching her even further. Reby screamed, her pussy contracting around the thick toy as Dove fucked her hard and fast.

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.