War Dogs Mc Novels & Stories

Maya stared at the text in surprise. The words didn't change no matter how many times she read them. If the Iron Wolves showed up at the Vipers' clubhouse tonight people would die. Dominic would die. Jake. Connor. All of them. She looked around the clubhouse at men preparing for war. Wrench was checking motorcycles. Jake loaded magazines with bullets. Connor sharpened knives on a whetstone. Dominic stood in the center giving orders like a general preparing troops for battle.

Emily and Liam set out on a mission to build their own formidable wolf pack, known as The Red Teary Moon Pack. They traverse vast territories, seeking out wolves from different backgrounds and uniting them under a common purpose. With each new member, their pack grows stronger, their bonds forged through trust, respect, and shared experiences. As they journey through forests and across rugged landscapes, Emily and Liam encounter wolves with unique skills and stories. They listen to their tales of survival and perseverance, their triumphs and tribulations. The pack members come from diverse backgrounds, bringing a wealth of wisdom and strength to the group.

They fight with vengeance, with hatred. Howls split into the air, the forest drowns out the whimpers. The ground swallows the blood that spills. Teeth tear into skin, claws rip apart flesh.Wolves zip past, paws pounding the sand. We hunt, chase, kill. It’s chaos, and it’s madness. From the corner of my eye, Macy shields a young Delta with her body, snarling, while Rio takes down two rogues at once. The chorus of our pack’s howls spurs me forward, refusing to let anyone fall. Then, I focus on the rogue I’m chasing.

He does it with a calmness and not-so-surprising expertise. According to what I’d learned, the warriors of Dark Wolf haven’t gone into war since Lakewood. That had been the last real battle they were involved in and apart from a few intruders that had been caught around their territory, no major fights have erupted within the pack. Pack members that thought they were strong enough were welcomed to join the trainings. A lot of people volunteered to join, but they had to undergo a kind of screening before they are considered fit. The training will begin properly tonight, and I hated that I couldn’t actively contribute to it because of my pregnancy.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

“Without you, we never would have gotten to Craig or gotten our shit back. Plus, some of that money is rightfully yours anyway - that piece of shit owes you reparations for the way he treated you.” I stared at him, the tears now falling freely down my cheeks. “One more thing,” he said, reaching into the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled something out, tossing it across to me. “Your other cut.” I caught the vest, my fingers running over the smooth black leather. The back patch proudly displayed a flaming skull with crossed pistols underneath - the Warriors MC logo, with “Ol’ Lady” emblazoned across the bottom. I gasped, looking up at Jake. “Is this…?”

the beta says, looking at the two boys who are looking at me like I grew another head. "Remember when we said there's two grey wolves and one white one?" alpha Aiden asks. "Yes, alpha," River answer him, he's much bigger, he's almost the size of an adult wolf while I stayed my small self. "White wolves are special wolves, only six of them exist, do you know why they are super important to the pack?" alpha Rowan explains. "They are omegas? Well, what's left of them," River says, and the beta nods proudly, he must have explained that to them during the classes.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

stood on the porch with all eyes on her. Part of her wanted to grab her fellow hunters by the ears and slam their heads together until they figured their shit out, but a small part of her understood the battle they were fighting within themselves as well as with one another. Mj smiled at the curious eyes still on her and clapped her hands together, “well let's get started shall we?” she asked and although Eli looked to be more interested in something a few other pack members were doing by the edge of the water, Mack and Marco smiled at one another before they each extended an arm for Mj. “We would be more than happy to give you the grand tour,” Mack almost purred, and Mj had to look away fr