War Dogs Mc Novels & Stories

But she understood. I leaned forward, both palms on the table. “We hit him before he hits us. We pull the ground out from under his feet. By the time Jaxson realizes he’s lost control of the game, it’ll be too late. And this time, there’s no creature. No witch. Just wolves. And wolves know how to die.” The silence that followed wasn’t hesitation, it was resolved. Camerin, Micah, Kate they were all staring at me with the same fire burning in their eyes. War was coming. And it would be ours.

Their enemity was so severe, their names sounded like venom and it got to a point where a war had broken out. The war was the height of it. And was the most horrific ever recorded in history. It happened six years ago. The Wolves and Vampires had unleashed themselves on each other. Lives were lost, properties were destroyed, peace was taken. Masha had actually lost a friend from it. Baski. She used to be her bestfriend and it was after her death that Terra became her bestfriend. A lot of people lost their wives, husbands and children. And for the wolves, most of them lost their mates. There were actually ten covens before, but after the war, it dropped to seven. And the Wolves also dropped f

This creature, it was not there by accident. The room grew quieter as the wolf hesitated, his gaze flicking toward Sarai before returning to Hugo. “There was another wolf with it. A light brown wolf with a large black patch on its back. It fought like it was being trained—merciless and precise.” Hugo’s jaw tightened, the description igniting a storm of emotions within him. He exchanged a glance with Zeke, whose expression mirrored his concern. “Malrik,” Hugo muttered, the name dripping with disdain. “He’s building an army.”

Maverick agreed. “The thing is,” Cowboy finally spoke up. “Who will be fighting who? Or will we know? Ghosts and Cherokee braves. Russian Enforcers and Russian hitmen. Then us, the Rebel’s Blood against the Hade’s Messengers MC.” He tossed his hands up. “It’s fucking wild!” He looked around at the brothers and then at his prez. “I will be getting triage ready. I’ll need help with the wounded after the war starts. Fuck, I will need a whole medical staff!” He marched down the hallway to the Infirmary. Breed watched him walk away then pulled out his cell and sent a text.

I assure her that it didn't hurt, it made me feel much much better, I should explain how things went down, it was a battle, a bloody battle, all I could see was wolves fighting, biting and going crazy, as expected he refused to fight with dignity, instead we attacked him, we initiated it, the wolves were protecting him, but the thing about rogues, if their employee is dead, they give up on him, they run away, only a few stayed up to fight, not out of love for their new master or alpha, but because they are bloodthirsty. We won that war, the quickest war ever, Micah's word, he said that wars usually take a few hours, sometimes days, ours took forty-five minutes, it was a massacre, the news sa

They found out they were mates and were inseparable. When it was decided through battle that Micah would be the Alpha of the Warfur Pack, Melania became his Luna and Mason his Beta. The first five years were blissful, and no one knew what she was planning until it was too late. She toyed with and tortured many in the Warfur Pack in ways Micah didn’t know until it was too late.

Third-person POV~~ Back at the Midnight Mirage pack. The air crackled with tension as noises, growls, and cries erupted through the atmosphere. The warriors of the Wolfsong Dominion pack had the upper hand. They are fighting with determination and strength to accomplish their goals of finding Callista and getting back their long-lost title. The warriors of the Midnight Mirage pack are also fighting back unrelentingly, despite the fact that they weren’t prepared for the war. Xavier’s wolf was strong; he brought down any enemies that came his way. Tearing and biting them with his sharp, bared fangs.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

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

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.