Mouse Warriors Novels & Stories

When the time comes, I’ll let you do it. “First we have to catch him.” Marcus is a big wolf. Strong. And sneaky. But I’m stronger, and I have fourteen warriors at my back. The moment he climbs out of the pond, we charge right at him. He notices us just a moment too late, but to my surprise, he doesn’t run away. He turns and faces me.

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

He laughs again lowly and slyly, “The platoon of council warriors I have waiting for them have something special planned.” My temper rose, fury, dark and dormant, like I had never felt before. It surfaced and I felt myself wanting to shift, my wolf was at the forefront, and she wanted blood. Crane must have seen something in my eyes as his hand dropped from my neck and he took a step back.

He pats Martinez's shoulder as he concludes. Warrior Levi, Manny's uncle, nods in agreement and adds,"Then we shall gather fifty of the mightiest warriors and launch an attack tonight. Great warlock, please help us watch over and guide the warriors that will remain guarding the pack." Warrior Levi bows lightly as he addresses my grandfather, Mtungagore.

I ran my hand through Alarick's back, then went and kissed Molly on her head as I went outside to see what was happening. Warriors and guards were pacing, gearing up for what looked like combat. They wore black cargo pants, long sleeve shirts, and camo boots along with bulletproof vests and full armor with weapons. This pack was fully prepared. I've heard they all train n0t only to fight to the death with their wolves, but they are highly trained. Military mercenaries got nothing on these guys, even girl warriors were gearing up, looking deadly.

Every pack had shown up in their colors, blues, reds, blacks, silvers and flags waved. “This is insane,” someone beside me muttered. I recognized the voice even through the helmet, Maya, the rider from Silver Fang. “It’s like they’re starving for chaos.” “They probably are,” I said. My voice echoed lightly in my helmet. “Wolves do love violence disguised as sport.” She snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

“Judging from the sound of their horses and their speed, it’s the Moonlit Whisper pack. We need to fight our way out and I will find a way to get you out of here.” “I will fight with you all,” I said, drawing my short sword. “I am never leaving anyone behind.” They hit us like a storm. Twenty riders in black leather armor broke through the trees, their horses snarling, half shifted. Moonlit Whisper wolves. They moved as one pack, silent except for growls. Our men shifted, bones cracking, clothes tearing. Mason shifted beside me into a huge grey wolf and lunged. I stayed human, faster with my bow. I fired three arrows in quick succession. One hit a rider in the shoulder, another in the thigh.

The earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with energy, each footfall aligning with the rhythm of the wild. Through a parting of the foliage, a clearing revealed itself, a sanctuary of chaos and fury. Her breath hitched as her eyes drank in the sight before her—an awe-inspiring clash of warriors, their forms a blur of movement and determination. The warriors of the Dark Moon Pack, renowned for their fierce loyalty and unwavering strength, were locked in an epic confrontation with their formidable adversaries.