Mouse Warriors の小説・ストーリー

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.”

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

Leyland speaks up, “We all have one, and we have all done things we are not proud of, me and the quarry boys will fight alongside you.” I was going in with or without them, but their confirmation was all I needed to give me that extra determination. “Radio Dynamite Al,” I tell Jamerson. “Times up for Crimson Moon.” I wasn’t doing anything by the books now. I wouldn’t even give them a chance. Alpha Crane and his warriors were about to find out why the Renegades were so feared. Why we got results, and why we followed our own rules. Jamerson radios Dynamite Al, telling him to wait for the signal.

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.

“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.

A Were-Tiger was considered exotic, even by supernatural standards. Daksh met the brothers in Lucknow India a few months back. The trio had hit it off and when Yuri’s call came, Daksh felt the pull to join them. “Is there history I should know?” Daksh asked as he looked out the window. The twins both spike at the same time. “No.” But it was Marco who continued. He decided to give Daksh a short version of why they were here and not expose his brother's past encounter with rogue wolves. “Mangadoom are human hunters who have extreme experience in hunting us. They are not simple and normal means of subduing humans won't work.”

Chapter 78 Marcus I found my mate Mari during one of my first missions to the packs. My tour was to go around to the nearby packs The Black Stone, Devils Ridge, Yellow River, and Red Lake Packs. While at the packs I was to assess their warriors training and gauge the need to start up a traveling Combative and SERE’s Training program. I had wanted to head up the program since my father had started the Alpha’s Academy. Though back then it was called the warriors academy. Our goal at the time was to provide the packs with the best defensive training. Yet most packs would only send their Alpha’s. So my father renamed it the Alpha’s academy. After watching several of these so-called Alpha’s co