War Dogs Mc Novels & Stories

Now, enemies were so terrified of that same partnership that they were willing to start a war to prevent it. "Explain," Grace said, setting her book aside with deliberate calm. But I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her hand moved unconsciously to check the knife she kept strapped to her thigh. "The rogue was part of a larger network. Military-trained wolves, probably ex-pack enforcers who went rogue after disciplinary actions or territorial disputes. Someone's been recruiting them, training them, organizing them into strike teams." Connor pulled out his phone, showing us photos of weapons and tactical gear. "This isn't random violence—this is war preparation."

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

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

It was approximately a couple of kilometers away from us. About one-fourth of the Raven Class were instantly here, and one of them is Hatchett. I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes because, when she saw me, she smirked. They wasted no second and launched an attack. Hatchett jumped in front of me, and we fought for three minutes in our human forms. No one wolfed out. It isn’t prohibited, but in our minds, the one who wolfed out first, loses. Our flag is still intact on the ground. My heart palpitates a lot because it takes too much energy to control my urges. Hatchett smiled as she whispered too quietly. It was almost like she was just mouthing something. She knew I could hear her.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

His mate… Michael was almost overwhelmed by her beauty and almost forgot himself, as he stayed where he was, just staring at her until he realized exactly what was going on. His mate was kneeling on the floor, and staring at the unrecognizable woman, whom he had no doubt was her mother, with tears in her eyes. A werewolf, whom Duncan knew immediately was the alpha of the pack, and who was the same animal who had killed his parents, was holding a silver dagger high above his head, obviously intending to bring it down on the chest of the girl. Without warning, Michael’s wolf, which had refused to calm down all this while, broke free, and he lunged at the alpha, knocking the dagger away from hi

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.