Mouse Warriors Novels & Stories

The wolf warriors were soldiers who protected their respective packs and colonies. "They've been creating havoc for a while in the south of here. Reports have come in from other packs requesting help as their packs are being attacked," The head of the warriors, Sid said. "But the ferals are said to be very powerful and in large numbers so it's difficult to contain them." There were murmurs. "I also heard that's why the Mavericks came back here after two years," Sid added. "Who are the Mavericks?" Alpha Larry Crosswell of the Ember Twilight pack asked.

My heart plummeted. “That’s impossible,” Marcus growled from across the clearing. Bright lights burst through the trees again. But these weren’t trucks. They were faster. Smaller. Dozens of them. Motorcycles. Each one ridden by a hunter wearing full silver armor. Crossbows strapped to their backs. Rifles mounted to their bikes. They poured into the clearing like a flood. Twenty. Thirty. Maybe more. The wolves hesitated. Even Kael’s massive wolf froze for a moment. The hunter leader smiled again.

All members of The Seven Wolves have changed clothes and put on all their equipment. They will be disguised in all-black SWAT police attire with helmets. Of the 16 people, the Seven Wolves have four main snipers: Aidan, Shawn, Blake, and Erikkson. The three reserve shooters are Mars, Grey, and Bryan. The five sharp weapons and martial arts specialists are Jayden, Han, Glenn, Blue, and Juan. The strategy and tactics specialists are Arya, Caleb, and James, while Arjoona will lead and guide the entire team.

King Manor said to his men who charged at the three men. “Do you think you will be able to handle these men in your condition?” Hunter asked both, Warlus and Soko. “I'm good, but I would be better if I had some fluids.” Warlus, said flexing his muscles prepared to fight without his powers. Hunter looked around and thought of something that might help Warlus. The first man charged at Hunter, he dodged his blows, then got in close, used his claws to rip open the man's belly. Hunter picked the man up, throwing him into the window of the cockpit, so hard that he cracked the glass. Hunter turned to Warlus. “You think you can work with that?” Warlus looked back at the small crack in the window and

Wolves scrambled from buildings, half dressed, confused, terrified. "Press forward!" I commanded through the mental link. "Don't give them time to organize!" My warriors obeyed perfectly. They'd trained for months for this moment. Every tactic, every formation, every contingency had been practiced until it was instinct. Maya's wolves fought back, I'd give them that. They were outnumbered five to one but they fought like cornered animals. Enhanced strength met trained discipline. Claws met steel. My warriors won. I descended from my perch, moving into the compound itself. Bodies littered the ground, most wearing Maya's colors. The air stank of blood and fear and burning wood. Several building

The dagger gleamed in the torchlight, a streak of darkness poised to pierce the heart of everything Lyra had fought to survive. Time slowed. Her pulse thudded in her ears, each beat in sync with the white-gold pulse of the bond that roared along her wrists, along her spine, along every nerve. Rylan’s growl shook the hall, vibrating through the stones beneath their feet. His golden eyes were molten, wolf fully unleashed, claws gleaming. He shifted between worlds of man and beast, every muscle coiled and trembling with deadly intent.

Oscar vigorously shook his head. “It was more than just being in pain,” he said. “Most of the time, wolves bond with us. It’s on rare occasions that we meet what we’d call a rebel. You have before you, one of the rebels. We don’t meet wolves of his nature often, thank goodness.” I slid my fingers through the wired opening so that the wolf could lick them. “That’s so difficult to believe,” I mused. “Lisa,” Kenzie warned, “don’t press your luck.”

Werewolves were scared but friends are not hurting them. They promised and I would bite if lied. Fox’s are hidden in bushes. Wolves are all over. Raccoons are around the entrances. Porcupines are with Raccoons. The sound of hunters got us warming. We ready! Wanda said motorcycle hunters coming my way. I barked hard and everyone heard. We ready! The front gate open for mountain lions to pounce on motorcycles hunters. Seeing many motorcycles with many hunters on them we waited till they enter. No friend die today, no one die.

My wounds were stinging badly and I sobbed on the grass where he had left me. I could see he was mad. Really mad and he wanted to vent his anger on some unfortunate person who just happened to be me. He dumped a bag close to my head and I craned my neck to see what he was doing. In the bag, he produced items that made me cringe. A leather whip, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, a gun, a catapult, rope, duct tape and bullets. Don't forget his trusted knife.

Tenny rattled off with a huge amount of enthusiasm. “No, I’m not going,” Santiago was barely hearing Tenny’s voice as he strained to focus his ears on the words that the lush, pink lips were saying on the screen. “This club is kickin’. It is absolutely chock full of young, delicious co-eds and get this…they have to come wearing a bikini top or they can’t get in!” Tenny Rodriguez was a werewolf just like Santiago and they’d known each other their whole lives. Even though Tenny was from another pack, they'd always gotten along and his friend didn't hold it against him when he'd abandoned his ancient duty for a relatively human existence.