Mouse Warriors Novels & Stories

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

She checked the young girl’s condition– no cuts, no bite marks– she’s safe. In their Werewolf form, the pack are unable to speak with their mouths. Instead they use telepathy. And only the children of the Moon and their mates are able to hear them. He spoke to Helicent, “Remus’s assistant. The one I chose.” Helicent nodded. She felt a pang of jealousy. She wanted to be the one closest to Remus, but instead she got stuck with the Right-Hand Man. Lyall isn’t all bad. They have the best of sex. But Helicent is used to always getting what she wants. And she wanted nothing more than to be the Alpha’s Mate. But when Remus rejected her, by default, his second in command shall be her mate.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

We fought for hours, and victory was finally ours, but we lost a lot of wolves too. I tried to link Marcus and he answered, so I went in search of him. Delan was down, but we knew he would survive. Seeing Marcus, I advance towards him and saw a dart land on his thigh. I looked in the direction the dart came from, and it was a black van with two people at the top shooting darts at our wolves. They planned on capturing us. Without thinking, I began to advance toward them while they shot at our people. They aimed for arms and thighs, parts of our bodies that had no protection and we were naked because we had just shifted back to our human forms. Warriors began to drop like flies from the sedati

She closed her eyes as she could feel her legs now aching in pain from her long aimless wander around the town. "What is a young lady doing out here in the middle of the night?" Morrigan's eyes jolt open as she froze on her spot. She slowly raised her eyes and there stand in front of her were three men with lustful smiles as they stare down at her small body. She stared at them not speaking, pretending to not understand a word they are saying. Her eyes boring at them with disinterest. "Are you lost, young miss?" Even with her cold stares, and unreadable reaction, fear slowly rose to Morrigan's body as the group of men towered over her, completely making her feel like she is a stray and lost

Luka’s wolves were vicious that they stunned the warriors, they underestimated them because they were just animals not werewolves like them but today; they were proven wrong. Right at that moment the warriors fully accepted the alpha’s family as one of them own, they were the alpha family indeed and the way they fought one could tell that they have been with Luka for years. Now they saw some of their alpha’s fighting techniques and they admired them more. Mason was fighting alongside his alpha, but he had other plans in mind, he planned on disappearing as soon as the battle was over.

We would win. The fight grew more chaotic. Bodies piled up. Blood ran in rivers across the courtyard. And then—I saw him. A massive brown wolf, taller than any wolf I had ever seen. He was twice the size of a normal wolf, his muscles rippling with power. He was stronger than any wolf I had ever seen. He swiped his claw, and ten to fifteen warriors flew through the air like ragdolls. He was unstoppable. He was a monster. The West warriors were using guns blindly, shooting wildly, killing their own and their enemies alike. They didn't care. They knew they were going to win.

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.