War Dogs Mc Novels & Stories

I started and the room became quiet as everyone momentarily forgot about my making issues. "As you all know. This organization has only recently popped up, but its actions are becoming bold and difficult to deal with, in the past six months since its appearance several packs have been destroyed, and several Alphas have either gone missing or were killed. We need to find a way to put a stop to them" I explained calmly, "Have the hunting team sniff out their hideout and destroy them once and for all, it couldn't be that hard. In the end, they are just another variant of rogues" Elder Vic voiced and I frowned.

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

what he was looking for. Some of the mutant leaders wielded pistols. Some had familiar designs similar to the weapons in his hands. No doubt they looted from the corpses of the dead wolves in the temple. There were a few others with archaic designs similar to ChaosMarines. They must have come to the planet with the heretics, Ragnar thought. As long as he doesn't get off the bridge quickly, it doesn't matter. He looked around and everyone else saw what he noticed. He immediately recognized their smell and appearance. With true space wolf independence, they decided for themselves. However, they withstood a firestorm against their enemies, killing them with every attack. Ragnar saw that there

However, not long after Blake and I started training together, I had a huge reality check. First of all, most warriors start straight out of high school. While, at twenty years old, I wasn’t exactly an old geezer when I started, I’d definitely missed the prime bonding window. The thing is, our pack had only even begun allowing women to become warriors ten years ago, so the group was small and tight-knit, and it was a bit like missing rush I suppose.

It actually seems like they are pushing one another to talk. "I'll ask again. Whats happening?" "You tell her. I'm the alpha. Obey me!" Reniuexo ordered to Drake his voice and face grumpy. I'm still looking at them frowning. Drake let out a sigh and then looked staight at me. "We're werewolves." This is the second time that I heard that word but it still made my jaw dropped. They're kidding right? "No were not. We really are werewolves." I traveled my gaze at them looking bewildered.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

The yard was louder outside than inside the shed. Metal clanged, engines snared, the faint rhythm of music spilled from somewhere behind a garage. Wolves and humans worked side by side, some shirtless, others tattooed, all wearing leather patched with the same emblem, a crimson skull with fangs. The Killers MC. An older wolf stood by a row of bikes, sleeves rolled to his elbows, grease streaking his hands. His presence was quiet but heavy, the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to be obeyed.

There was a hint of gloating in the eyes of the beta of the gray wolf clan, although outwardly he looked absolutely indifferent to what was happening. Certainly… I'm now officially anyone's doormat! I was just about to open my mouth to give out at least something that could express the whole gamut of emotions overwhelming my consciousness like an avalanche, when Ian again indicated that I would now live by his rules. Letting go of my elbow, the black wolf bared his teeth, turning towards Vadim. The only thing she managed to catch was just one single menacing roar, and a moment later the beta of the gray wolf clan collapsed along the opposite wall. And something told him that he wouldn’t be a

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

I zip it halfway up, leaving the white silk visible underneath. I turn to the mirror. On the back, stitched in bold, white thread that stands out against the black leather: WOLVES MC. And below it, the rocker that tells the world exactly who I am. PROPERTY OF THE PRESIDENT. It’s not a brand of slavery. It’s a declaration of war against anyone who thinks they can touch me. "Ready?" Zara asks. "Ready." I walk out onto the porch. The roar hits me first. It’s a physical wall of sound. A low-frequency thrum that vibrates in the soles of my boots and rattles the windows of the clubhouse.