Mouse Warriors Novels & Stories

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

“All you have to do is brew a coffee, you idiot!” Frank Gore smacked me over the head with the back of his hand. He was more frightening and intimidating than Cranon. He was tall and huge, more muscular, and had a brown scary eye. He was the leader of the warriors since Cranon took the throne. Red Moon Pack, is the name of the pack that was once mine. The warriors cared for no one except themselves and their petty mates. Cranon had more slaves than pack members, we were all packed up like sardines in here, pushing and shoving among ourselves on who gets to be sold out first.

“The whole pack?” “Except the elders and the unmated women. They are at a safe house, enchanted by the witches. We have ten packs from up and down the coast being managed here. It seems hunters west of the Mississippi River aren’t as organized. Some had crossed the country when they learned Bowman had the white wolf.” Magnus gave me more details. “Bowman?” “Piers Bowman, head of the New York Chapter. He has the biggest following.” “The man with the cowboy hat? They are a misguided cult.”

supposedly maintained peace, but in reality it was nothing more than a display of dominance. I stood at the edge of the field, trying to stay at the very back so I wouldn’t be noticed. The air was heavy with testosterone and raw wolf energy. Then they arrived. The warriors of the Brown Stone pack marched in like a conquering army. Mason led them. He was tall, broad shouldered, and surrounded by a dark aura that seemed to swallow the afternoon light. A scar ran across his face, and dark tattoos covered his arms, coming alive with every movement of his muscles. They called him the Cruel Alpha. At least, that’s what people whispered behind my back. They said he would tear out your throat before

The Gigantic Monsters were the size of a small mountain, and the Raksasa soldiers rode on them as they made their way swiftly toward the Chaotic Mountain Range. Meanwhile, in the other camp, warriors from the different continents such as the North Moana, the World Universe, the Great East, and the South Cloud World stood guard at the bottom of the mountains. Every half an hour, they would send men to climb up the slopes and check for any sudden movement. It was a challenging task because of the active volcanoes and relentless hurricanes on the mountains. Sometimes, they could barely manage to see around the edge. The warriors also kept their distance from the North Moana Army due to Darryl's

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

They are nanny wolves, or that's what I heard Rory call them before, they are here to make sure we don't cause too much havoc while our doms are busy. It was fun playing in my wolf form, especially when I had a playing buddy to keep me company and play with me. But every time we got close to the edge of the imaginary bored, one of the wolf nanny would jump and block our way, making us go back in, but after a while me and Rory decided to fight them, they can't keep us in forever and they didn't dare to hurt us, so it was fun to try and attack them. "Girls, that's enough, come back in," we heard Ethan call after us, but we didn't want to go back in, we turned to him and shook our heads no.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.