Mousefur Warriors Novels & Stories

The words—Moonfire reborn—echoed like distant thunder. I distracted myself by focusing harder. Another attack. Another block. Another counterstrike. My muscles burned in the best way. “Again!” Kael barked. I lunged—and landed a clean hit to his ribs. His eyes widened. “Well damn—” He barely finished the sentence before I sent him stumbling back a step with a quick shoulder shove. A few warriors paused to watch, surprised murmurs spreading. Kael grinned proudly, rubbing the spot I’d hit. “Who knew the little wolf had claws?”

As if they have a tacit understanding, they morph into their wolf forms and take off towards the east. Leaving us no time to recover, the other warriors follow suit. Amongst these are; Michael, Uncle Luke, Gunther, Alpha Lorenzo, Dr Boyce, Alpha Jackson Darius's mate and their pups, as well as Hermes or rather Teddy the white bear. Before we could react, all we can see is just the dust. "Retaliation huh? It does work at times. At least this time, they will be unexpected guests." "What are you talking about grandpa?"

My bones felt too small and my skin felt too tight. And then there was Cendres, leaping in the snow like an arctic fox, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he dug a hole with frantic, excited front paws. His wolf form was slightly smaller than Nazte’s, and his entire body was coated in light brown fur that matched his human hair colour. I frowned at him, my top lip curling back from my teeth. Considering we were heading into battle against the Winterpaw Warrior Pack’s closest allies, he didn’t seem to be taking it all that seriously.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

**Shyfter** ‘As always, our little brother, forever the self chosen ambassador for peace! That's fine, let's see how YOU will handle this, Ambassador. The rest of us will observe these new strangers. Kugri, would you please go inform the Others about our guests? We shouldn't be hasty to turn to the side of violence to solve our problems, when words are far less deadly.’ A huge rust colored wolf, with glowing orange eyes suggested. **Anaki** ‘Shyfter, you will remain behind with Moon. I have a feeling you two will make an interesting team on this one. If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood?’

Ryan, Dray, and Lady Susan exuded an aura of raw power, their forms shifting between human and wolf, their eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. With a deafening roar, the battle commenced, a whirlwind of fangs and claws tearing through the night. Mary Jane, her silver fur shimmering like moonlight, fought with the agility of a panther, her attacks precise and deadly. Alfred, his grizzled fur a testament to his years of experience, moved with deceptive quickness, his every move a calculated strike.

I hear Joyce yells after me. I ignore her and continue running, then I hear her footsteps behind me. * * Writer's pov Crescent pup's home...! Chaos everywhere! Rogues and pack warriors fighting, all in wolf forms... biting on each other mercilessly. The warriors are outnumbered, which makes it difficult for them to win against the rogues. "Bloody hell, we are almost too late!" Micah exclaims. Xander growls as he sees his warriors getting killed.. dying by the hands of the rogues.

I wish we weren't on the brink of war. But, right now I'm looking at her beautiful face and the rise and fall of her chest and a selfish part of me doesn't want to let her go. It's the bond I hear my wolf say. He's scared we'll lose her forever. That she won't understand. This is just until we get things figured out with the high council I tell him in my mind. Our wolves are linked with us through a spiritual and psychic connection. I feel his feelings and he feels mine, for an alpha is more powerful than most.

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.

Four warriors leapt forward with their front paws raised, sharp claws gleaming in the moonlight, ready to tear at the golden wolf. The golden wolf dodged with grace, effortlessly avoiding each warrior's attack. Storm, in his wolf form, growled in frustration. The warriors looked foolish, unable to land a single blow on the golden wolf. All of their attacks were easily parried or dodged. Storm growled louder, unable to remain passive. He howled and sprang forward. The golden wolf dodged skillfully, and Storm landed on the ground again, his attack missing its target. He growled and glared at the golden wolf.