Mousefur Warriors Novels & Stories

The killing. I felt my fur shrug through my skin. Felt bones snap and remold. No one was out. Wouldn't brave the cold this late at night. I was the only madman, the elders had said. But I had an advantage. Fur, thick and glossy. Paw pads, resistant to most terrains. How happy their faces will be when I give them a deer or two tomorrow. And it would put my standing with them that much closer.

A red carpet was leading to the throne of the king. "Are they clans of furious fighters? My gaze was inspecting the beautiful curves over the walls, roof. Was it handmade? Machine Made or they worked it with their magic?" I asked. Mary squeezed my arm. I clamped my mouth shut. I was feeling like a little kid who was told not to make any noise. " Only werewolves are the clan of furious and brave fighters on the earth. " Silver said. She was holding her fury but it was visible through her icy cutting gaze.

The pleasures were so intense that I kept climaxing and even lost count of the time I released the first time we did it. Also, we went to see Alpha Mylar, Xander's father two days after the welcome celebration. Luna May had already explained everything that happened to him. He was so angry that he set up to deal with alpha Rufus but his Luna managed to calm him down. We didn't want to fight Rufus, karma should deal with him. Alpha Mylar called off his ties with the white moon's pack, not to have anything to do with them. No one from their pack was allowed to enter the blood moon.

Caitlin's gloves were ripped off and stuffed into Cody's coat pocket. The wolf's fur bristled, his ears erect, angrily glaring her down. She prayed she could smell him and recognize him before he attacked and killed her. He sneered as his lips curled back, revealing his lethal teeth. She struggled with the coat's buttons. He was waiting for her to shift, like a wolf-vs-wolf battle. Some sort of competition. Bastard.

Fuyu retorted. “I do not want to fight you… not right now at least. I'll just have the boy and disappear.” Hayes said, his voice gradually fading away. Fuyu chuckled. “You and what Army?” He looked towards the trees and, with a tilted brow, said, “Them?” “You'll see soon enough.” His fading voice echoed in my head. A big black, rugged-looking wolf stepped to the frontline; his eyes glowed a dangerous red, and a scar ran from his forehead down to his cheek. He growled at Fuyu, declaring war, and Fuyu smiled, his eyes glowing darkly.

I screamed and instantly shifted into my big brown wolf with white paws. The guards and Abigail all let out a gasp of shock. Just as I shifted into my wolf, the rogues who were lurking in the woods and waiting for the best time to attack all jumped out of their hiding spot to attack us. Immediately, I charge at the one coming towards the cave. Though I had no tactics for fighting, my wolf who has been dormant for 8 years knows all the tactics to attack her enemy. In no time, the rogue wolf was laying flat in his pool of blood. While the soldiers fought the other rogues, I specifically fought those that tried to get their way into the cave. There's no way in hell I'm letting them in.

He is a rare wolf that is supposed to be born once every two hundred years. Jeremiah's descendants break that rule with Marion, Mirielle, and Max, who are immortal and can be in the water. "Ivy, where are you?" called Max as he kept walking. His feet were led to the direction where Ivory was, and soon Max finally found the girl. Ivory was waiting for him—here, in the millions of cubic meters of water that became Ivory's new habitat. "I'm here, Max," the girl replied, sounding melodic and intimate. What was wrong with Ivory? Wasn't the girl also avoiding Max? However, why was her attitude this time different from Ivory's usual attitude? What was going on with that girl?

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

The warriors stared. The sun was just starting to set and the light caught the fur of our wolves. Being precious metal wolves, our fur is different than normal wolves. It’s soft, like cotton, but looks like it’s a running river of the metal whenever we move or the wind catches it. Combine that with the lighting of a sunset and we looked like our wolves were on fire; mine golden and his orangey bronze. One by one each of the warriors showed their neck to us in submission. I bowed my head acknowledging the gesture. Scout stood proud behind us.

I ordered through the mind link, my voice a growl of sheer dominance. A collective growl echoed through my warriors as they prepared to attack. "Zyros, you know what you have to do," I told my wolf. My wolf let out a feral snarl of excitement, his hunger for blood matching mine. Lifting his massive head, he let out a deafening howl into the night sky—a signal that war had begun. And then, we attacked. The enemy warriors lunged forward, but they were nothing compared to us. My pack was stronger, faster, and trained to kill without hesitation. Zyros charged ahead, his claws digging into the ground as he leapt at the first wolf. The enemy barely had time to react before Zyros' massive jaw clamp