Novel & Cerita Mouse Warriors

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

"You'll regret this, fake fucking queen. I'll..." "Are you threatening in my class, Miss ?" I was startled in dread hearing a loud solid male voice. His voice entered the room first before him reaching. His soft smile was on like yesterday. "No," She stared at him with big eyes. "You shouldn't forget who she is. Her uncles are super Alpha," In our world, Wolf lived a very long life. Alpha retired when he thinks his heir is compatible to run the pack. The retired alpha is called a super or senior alpha. They are all powerful with their super alpha title. "Her brothers are the Alphas, beta, and Gamma. I'm fearing, Mrs Dawson and Mrs Quarlas will be back from their Milan trip. The females are r

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Seeing the worry and venerability in Badar’s eye Mahnoor nodded in agreement. All the packs with their warriors had arrived by evening. As soon as Ryan and rogues entered the forest near pack’s boarders Badar and Mahnoor started attacking them using their powers, anyone who would survive and manage to reach the pack was instantly attacked by the warriors. Mahnoor as promises was staying away from the where they were attacking the most. She was focused on her task when she heard some noise from the trees, she rose her hands to attack when she saw Ryan “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, one move from you using your little power and this boy dies” He says holding a boy by his neck, rogue from

“Work is work. I just sit in front of a computer and write code all day. The internet service isn’t great out here, but I can usually just create a hot spot with my phone. Thank Goddess that this pack gets fairly consistent cell phone service. Computer programming isn’t super exciting though. I think Jack and Jasmine had the right idea becoming warriors. Unfortunately, I wasn’t super athletic in high school, at least compared to others, so they didn’t recruit me. But I hear Jasmine was top of her class.” “Top of her class for everything,” my mom replied, puffing her chest. “I was the same in high school.” My cheeks heated and a warmth spread through my chest. My mom was normally so critical

Somewhere, a screen door whined on rusted hinges, slapping rhythmically against a frame bloated with rot. A man bursts out of the house, screen door slamming behind him. He’s a mountain of a man with a salt-and-pepper beard and wearing a leather jacket similar to the other two. Clutching my duffel bag in one hand and a .44 Magnum in the other, barrel still smoking. The *Lou Nwa* (Black Wolves) patch—a snarling wolf with flaming fleur de lis for eyes—marked him as a crew even the bayou’s ghosts feared. His Dyna Glide hog idled at the curb, handlebars wrapped in gator hide, tooth-studded grips flecked with dried reptilian blood. Swamp mud crusted the fenders like concrete, embedded with crawfi

His chips are super greasy but if you add enough salt and vinegar they're pretty good. Then I think that there's a lot of talking but maybe it's too many at once. So I suggest that everyone introduces themselves. That turns out to be another fantastic idea. It's my night. It's like I can't do anything wrong. There's Graydon Airwolf of course. He's the oldest. There are many others from the Wildlands and a few, like the Aurorawolves, Moonwolves and Starwolves from across the continent. They all seem to have one thing in common though and that's a run-in with the Firewolves. They say Wildlands wolves but when I ask more questions it always comes back to Alpha Ludo or his father.

I said, " They are out for blood, and they were specific about whose blood they want." "We can't just hand over our Luna without a fight, it would indicate we are weak." Mason's dad, Delta Ashton Whitespear, pointed out, and his son agreed. My generation started attending the pack council meeting ever since we got our wolf, this was to prepare us to take over and ease into our roles.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

They continued walking towards the center of the village, becoming a spectacle for the villagers, who never seemed to see anyone other than their own kind. The group turned into a large dull white stilt house. Someone was standing in front of the terrace. A man about sixty years old, with an aquiline nose, a body the size of an oak tree, and red-brown skin from frequent exposure to the sun. And even though no one told Ciara, she immediately recognized the man as the Alpha of Moon Warriors. The Moon Warriors all bowed in salute while Ciara and Scott didn’t move where they stood. “Who are they?” asked the Alpha to the well-built man.