Gunsmith Cats Rally Novels & Stories

We got back in our car and started back. “I heard one of the DNR fellas say they got all those rabid strays that got loose. You think they maybe missed one?” “Maybe.” “Do you think anybody was really in her house?” At a red light, I looked out at rows and rows of next year’s models lined up at Gernes Dodge Ram and Chrysler. Windows painted in Day-Glo colors. “We Won’t Be Undersold!” “Financing Available.” I stared at the last one for a long time until Mills reached out and touched my shoulder. “Sarge? Dave? You okay?”

“Today’s games will start with the rally run, when you hear your pack called, please assign five members for the event. Afterwards the winners of the race will move on to the next round, packs that do not place in the top ten may linger and watch the remaining games. Good luck everyone and remember to have fun.” Cheers and praise erupted all around the field, members were high fiving and psyching each other up. My pack members gathered together in teams to our strengths. Our Pack was called second after Mystic moon, Xavier carefully combed through some of our fastest and limber members. The rally run was a fun event but could quickly turn physical. You are allowed to do what you must to win,

"Do you recall those unlawful hunting gatherings that garnered significant popularity amongst the wolves?" An uncomfortable knot formed in Grayson's stomach. "Those events represent a twisted corruption of our true essence. It is the malevolence of humanity tainting the purity of our wolf spirits." "I assure you, I understand," she reassured him earnestly. "During my time at the proving ground, I encountered a Redwood wolf named Kate Rouen who had fallen victim to one of those gatherings. She managed to break free from her captors, and when two members of the hunting party pursued her, we fought back. But it didn't end there. Kate and I ventured back to their camp, where they held numerous o

"Hold, what's going on our there? Do we have an observer that far forward?" Kitty got ready to say no, looked through her glasses, and saw riders emerge from a gully. There were two of them, both humans. One led the other. Major Dooley and Clark Mayweather! The older woman turned, met Kitty's gaze, and smiled. The salute was parade ground perfect. Her husband, face toward the enemy, sat straight and tall. Davide spotted the interlops, swung his Gatling gun in their direction, and prepared to fire. Kairo saw the movement and yelled into his mike. "What the hell are they doing? Get them out of there!"

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

Engines thundered in the night, dozens of Harleys rumbling like thunder rolling low across the lot. The rally drew riders from every corner of the county — cuts with patches she didn’t recognize, strangers laughing too loud, smoke curling from fires burning in rusted barrels. Emily stuck close to Rhett’s side, her fingers curled around his arm, the leather of his cut warm under her hand. The Vipers were everywhere — Tank, Hawk, Ghost — standing tall in the crowd, keeping order by their presence alone.

Years of practice had turned moving silently, even in the supposed safety of his room, into second nature. Shawn reached into the drawer again and removed a different weapon. He stuffed the Springfield into the belt of his pants for a moment as he inspected the new weapon. The sleek black pistol had no hammer and none of the usual trimmings that most weapons display. "Just some tourists, a gang of bikers," Catherine grumbled. "But they act weird."

Reid knelt in front of Roman blood gushing out but slowly healing. “I failed, Pa.” He mumbled. Roman couldn’t speak, he was furious. They were busy checking out the barbecue stand when the security told them not to go out when they heard the gunshots. They had stopped them from going. He looked at his grandson who had stopped crying and pointed at the calico cat that had an injury. Currently, Ines was taking care of it, hushing the cat that was growling while the snowy cat was there to comfort Kin-Kin.

Chapter 28: One Hell Of A Skirmish The Outskirts, The Coyote M. C. Hangout, Canyon Creek, Iowa... Growls rumbled through the air as much as the roaring of the various motorcycle engines that had come to a certain area before being shut down as gunshots could be heard ringing out all along the patch of dirt the rival M. C. called their own. At first glance, Brick's keen grey eyes took notice of the damage done via the shootings and the struggle that ensued once The Badger M.C. happened upon the "Zygote" territory. Dirt and dust filled the air making it much more difficult to see one's hand in front of their face, but the Howler M.C. had multiple advantages in comparison to The Badgers M.C. an

“Promise me you won’t let them push you out.” Jeremy brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, his voice gentle but firm. “I promise. No one’s running us out of our home.” She nodded, wiping her eyes. “I’m just so tired, Jeremy. I want it to end.” He kissed her forehead. “It will. We’ll end it-on our terms.” The Rally and the Future The next evening, the Denver Coliseum was alive with energy. Thousands of fans packed the stands for the Cannibals’ rally. Banners waved, drums pounded, and the crowd’s roar shook the rafters. The team stood together at midfield, a wall of blue and silver.