Mousefur Warriors Novels & Stories

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

“First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?” “Not her, foolish human.” The god shook his head, messing up that perfect ebony hair of his. “I’m talking about him.” Even I had the sense to scoot back as a massive wolf sauntered in through the open doorway. Its fur was the color of fresh snow, made brighter by his eyes which were of the deepest, darkest blue. Its tongue flicked out to lick its muzzle. All the while it stalked Duncan with murderous intent. I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick.

Jason keeps his gun pointed at the wolfpack and looks over at Roger, "That was the last of the Jericho pistol, you r back up would be a real lifesaver right now,it looks like there are at least 12 wolves left. Ava stands firm and holds her daggers out in fron of her, Jason looks over at her and can see the fear in her eyes, but she hardens herself despite the fear that ebgulfs her. Roger looks over at her as well and decides it is now or never, he transforms into his wolf form and howls at the moon. they get ready to run at the wolves when suddenly they hear a voice call out from the inside the house. "Are we on time?" 4 elderly men step out from the shadows into sight. Jason looks over at R

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

''You wouldn't try that, murder me right here in this room. ''Murder?'' He laughed again. ''You can only murder a human being. You and your people have lived for thousands of years, doesn't it occur to you that you might have lived your share?'' He stood up now and bent down in front of me. ''I'll tell you the meaning of murder. Murder is what you do when you go out at night hunting unsuspecting people. When you steal little children away from lonely streets and suck their life's blood out of them. Murder is what you do when in the midst of having sex, you sink your fangs into an unsuspecting man's neck and slowly drain him of his life. Murder is what you were about to do to me.''

He couldn't stop the low moan of pleasure. Guru had a massive cock. Spitfire had been with other toms who were from the northern forest tribes. They were all big, muscly, and well-hung. But even compared to the toms descended from the ancient marauders from the cold North, Guru was exceptional. One of the more typical, smaller no-furs could injure themselves trying to take his cock. It might rip someone like Doll wide open. Spitfire was a bit taller, more solidly built than most no-furs. If he had fur, he could pass for a small tom easily.

At midnight, they will switch. Xasha and his team were fending off a tribe of 10ft tall wolves with grey fur. These wolves were powerful and used brute force to beat their opponents. Their limbs were long and claw sharp they stood on their hind legs and used their front legs to claw and scratch their opponent. Pinning them to the ground then give the last blow with their long and overly shape teeth; they were metal types and could turn their fur into spikes. Killing them was difficult, it required brute force powerful enough to cut through the metal. James however would kill them with his giant war hammer by smashing their heads and Zinga using her metal strings to cut the metal wolves into

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Hearing battle cries from over near the packhouse, Mikhail decided to thank his rescuers later as he swiftly changed directions, howling his fury at the mangy rogues daring to enter their territory. The Howling Warriors were experienced fighters, and as Mikhail came upon the scene, he was pleased to find that they were dominating the fight against the rogues. But there were still more casualties that he could see, and their medical supplies were going to be sorely depleted at this rate. A growl from behind caused Mikhail to swing around in a defensive position, and in his moment of distraction, a large grey wolf had managed to sneak up on him. The rogue wore his battle scars with pride, and