Mouse Warriors Novels & Stories

How could he face Unbound Mongoose now that the man’s friend whom he called a coward had saved his life? Unbound Mongoose was filled with pain at the thought of his friend’s death. Everyone saw Wandering Cheetah as a coward. But was his friend really a coward? Unbound Mongoose knew the answer even better than Blistering Cheetah. It had to do with a sequence of unfortunate events right before Wandering Cheetah was declared a Cheetah by the Oracle.

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

He towered above me like a dark mountain with bright red eyes that shone like the stars in the sky. "I want them both dead!" I heard Bazaar yell. Several werewolves protectors and hunters encircled us ready to attack. The blood-eyed werewolf howled and I saw them scattered about like dead leaves by the powerful sound that came from his mouth. My face grimaced in pain at the sound, it was too strong for my ears. My ears felt like they were bleeding. My hand pressed hard against both ears trying to block out the dangerous and deafening sound. "You both will not leave this wall alive," Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us.

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?

I need help. I ran to my best friend's house. We’ve been through thick and thin and he will be able to help me. Help us. Five Years Later: Max Pov Rain went to Jail for a crime he didn’t commit, I couldn’t face the rest of the wolves so I split. I couldn’t handle life without Sarah and Rain in it. Things just were not what they were supposed to be anymore. I couldn’t wait to leave but now I can never go back. My mate is dead, and I’m here overseas in the military with my head in the sand. It’s hot as fuck out here. But our mission is to help rebuild a school. That’s what I’m doing kinda. There is a witch doctor here in their local village. As I was giving out water one day she came up to me.

“Fionna, dearest, what did you do to the other mages, and can you undo it?” I asked her as I took a peek out the window. Those Buzzards I’d seen flying in were landing all over the clearing outside, and even though there were plenty of wolves howling in the distance to let me know that my pack was summoning anyone and everyone who might be willing to come and help, we were in a world of trouble. I knew that a wolf’s abilities were limited against a mage, especially the ones as powerful as the mages landing outside. I didn’t get a good count, but it looked like there were at least twenty, maybe more. They were of all ages, shapes, sizes, etc. from young women to old men and everything in betw

Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground. Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival. "You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them. Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara.

Because some spoiled she-wolf thought her jealousy justified putting innocent lives at risk. Mickey's voice reached me through our bond, fierce and reassuring even as he fought for our lives in the alley below. *This is not your fault, little one. This is war, and wars have casualties. But we protect our own, no matter the cost.* The sentiment was echoed by the other pack members, their voices filtering through the bonds with grim determination. They weren't fighting reluctantly or out of obligation—they were fighting with the ferocity of wolves protecting their family. Still, watching Tom stumble as his wounded leg nearly gave out, seeing Elena pressed flat against the roof to avoid another