Warhorse Joey Novels & Stories

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

It has never worked on me, but I’m sure he hopes one day it will. “I don’t plan on allowing you anywhere near him again,” I snarl while lowering my head as I ready myself to charge towards Vukasin. As soon as I do, his warrior lunges towards me with his claws. Surprised by the sudden preemptive attack, Joey calls out, “alpha!” Yet before the enemy gets close enough to hurt me, he gets knocked down suddenly by another familiar force.

If one can look past the darkness he carries in the pits of his tan eyes and the anger that electrifies the air around him, he is outrageously handsome. That, or my mind has finally fallen into the gutter. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned me to come over and when I did, he introduced me to another man on the boat, Joey. Joey is a tall man with a physique so bulky one would easily mistake him for a wrestler. But he isn’t into wrestling, he confirmed that five minutes straight after our introduction. He said people usually assume that about him, so he makes it a point to make things clear before anything gets too complicated. He is also funny. Every time he says something, Vladimir breaks

His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. His nomad-blue eyes twinkled every time he speaks. They were Saturn round and were a-flush with triumph. His excellent personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character. He always wore nifty clothes and his commanding aroma is appealing. Joey on the other side has a manly physique. His mariner-yellow eyes were orb around and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly, as two sapphires dipped in milky pools.

Jake’s brow furrowed, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as a look of deep offense crossed his face. "The Beast? How dare they! I just polished this armor!" Joanna just shook her head, the heavy tension in the vehicle breaking for a fraction of a second as she sighed. "Even mutated pigeons still act like all the other pigeons."

Harry asked in a whisper, “Mr. Jourdain, this is Bryson Yost, a warlord.” Leon, who planned to kill Kayson to get merits, was appalled. “What did you say? A warlord?” Kayson glanced at Carlson coldly, and the latter sneered. “What are you looking at!?” Kayson merely smirked and approached Farris, who had fainted. He put a hand on Farris, his gaze growing icier. “Leon Jourdain, was I rude to you? Have I mistreated you?”

I sit there beside Toby and people started to shove foods and drinks to our faces. "No, thank you." I refused the glass of beer kindly. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. "Hey, Mitz, Toby..." A girl's voice. I turned my head and saw a girl with black hair smiling at me. "I'm Naya. I'm the only female Quill Warrior." She said, sounding so proud. I would also be proud if i was her. "Stop showing off, Naya." Toby rolled his eyes. "What? Should I also tell her about the last battle that we had? You know, when i totally kicked your..."

His body twitched due to the noise, and his sensitive ears perked up. "What the fuck?!" He rasped, looking above his head where the bullet had pierced. Smoke sizzled from the area, and Trevor narrowed his eyes as he glimpsed the green liquid dripping down the glass wall. "wolfsbane." He let out a grunt. He wouldn't have died if the bullet hit him, but he knew he'd be severely injured because wolfsbane was a bane to his kind of specie. Due to the different genes he had in him; he would have collapsed as soon as he was hit but not dead. Trevor was aware it would take a lot of things to kill him off, but he didn't know what yet.

(Joey POV) I am going to be Beta of West Mountain Pack. Me. ME. Goddess, no matter how hard I worked the past few months, I never expected this. Nor did I think I deserved it. High school Joey was lazy, rude, and a bully. But now I am going to be Beta. Holy Goddess. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation, I would be jumping up and down. But alas, I had a job to do.

The excitement in the warrior's voice piqued River's curiosity and he lifted his head and peeked out at the warrior. A smile quickly spreads across the warrior's face when he finally gets a look at the Omega's face. "Oh my, you're the cutest thing ever!" The warrior said and River smiled "How old are you? I have a little brother who might be around the same age and he's an omega too. Maybe you guys can hang out." "I just turned 18," River stated proudly. "Joey is 17, I bet you two would get along. If you want, I can bring him tomorrow." The warrior said and River's face lit up, excited to meet another Omega. He quickly nodded his head and the warrior smiled as he reached up and roughed his h