Warhorse Joey Novels & Stories

Like withering grass before a fierce wind, he swept away Greg's and Amon's blade formations and sword formations entirely, leaving only Undead Joey's puppet army. Having their formations broken, Greg and Amon suffered considerable injuries and retreated to the side. Undead Joey now had no escape route. His eyes glowed red. "Bring it on! You think I'm scared of you?" He pointed with his hand, and a puppet shot skyward, launching an offensive against Chase. As he continuously pointed into empty air like a puppeteer, he controlled his puppet army in a final assault against Chase. Though individual puppets were generally weak, around the level of a stage-two major martial god, each puppet had it

“I have completed it in stages, but never all at once. I got really close today, so hopefully next time I will nail it. Out of all of us, Tobias is the only one who’s completed it in one go more than once, Aiden managed it for the first time a couple of weeks ago.” Weirdly, that makes me happy. “Well, if you need training tips, just let me know.” I smirk, only half-joking. He grins. “I might take you up on that.” A thought crosses my mind about Alice and Lottie’s questionable trainer. “Hey, do you know anything about the guy who trains Alice and Lottie?” Jasper looks confused. “Joey? Yeah, he is a good guy and a solid trainer. He worked his way up the warrior ranks and got appointed by Baxte

she said crossing her arms. “Depends who you talk to. Some think 25, others not so much.” Daniel shook his head. “In human years I am over 5,000. I've trained years for a pending war everyone feared would happen sometime soon,” he said looking at Abey. “I've been with Abey throughout her lifetimes. She has seen many wars, felt many pains, and seen even more death and torture.”

Joey says softly as he stares at his phone. I'm trying to stay positive, but my stomach is tied in knots with not knowing what's going on back home. There isn't anything we can do until we land. I don't like not knowing shit. Everything needs to end, and if a turf war is what it's going to take, so be it. May the best fucking man win. ***

"Lord Caspian, Riverside Villa is now safe. We've eliminated all the enemy special agents!" "Well done! Are Willow and Zoey safe?" Caspian asked. "They're both unharmed." "How much did we lose?" "We didn't suffer much losses, but Joey lost a lot of her men and has become depressed. Lady Willow is currently consoling her." "Joey led her men in defending Southlake City with their own lives and has contributed a lot to the war. She even helped defend Southlake City in order to buy time for the medical staff. "I shall pay respects and monetary assistance to the families of those fallen in battle appropriately."

I know how much he’s been dying to get his dirty claws on my territory, so if I lose this war, I lose everything. As the thoughts keep swirling in my mind, at least my wolf remains silent, letting me think. I don’t know how much time passes in silence and I don’t care either, until it’s broken by the door opening and Joey stepping in. “I bring an update, Alpha,” he says as he closes the door behind him. “Vesper’s rogue delivered his answer.” I turn to look at him, “and? What is it?” Joey looks uneasy as he shifts his weight and clears his throat. “He refused to help command the army during the war.”

“She begged me to let her see you and… she looked so pitiful.” Narrowing my eyes, I walked out behind my table and approached him. Staring at him down, I sternly uttered, “If a pack’s warrior disobey the alpha’s orders because he couldn’t reject a pitiful woman… Tell me, Joey… Is he even worthy to be a warrior?” Joey trembled upon hearing that and his eyes ventured the entire room, suddenly seemingly unfamiliar to it. Walking back, I leaned back on my desk, keeping my eyes at him.

As the tarpaulin was pulled back, I stood myself up quickly, the eyes of the warrior alongside Joey widened in shock at the sight of me. “Well, well, well. Joey, aren’t you a dark horse?” He began. Just as I ran at him, lifting the crowbar and cracking it to the side of his head. hard enough to knock him out, but I hoped not so hard that it would do serious damage to him, and he fell to he floor, Joey reaching out to catch him as he did. Lowering his colleague to the floor, his mouth open slightly in astonishment as he looked up at me, Joey spoke. “What have you done?”

Even when there isn't anything to honk about, they'll still do it. "Aye that would be grand. I'd like that. So will be I be in your book, like?" He makes me smile, I love his accent it's adorable. I nod. Joey steps out of his cab and proudly stands leaning against it with his arms folded in front of his chest, one leg crossed over the other and pulls his shades down. "Perfect." I take a few shots knowing they'll come out brilliantly and really enhance my book, I feel excited that a piece of history and his story will feature in it. "Thanks so much." He nods and gets back in his cab. He has a job to do and really I'm just another paying customer.

I would never want to be the reason anyone else goes through the same thing. So I've been thinking of horse betting. Horses of great speed can cost us millions to start off but they can also make us billions. I'll take the risk but I'm gonna need a backup plan. I was really missing Roxy. She would suggest all kinds of things to me, brainstorming ideas for each suggestion... **Flashback** "What's this one?" Roxy asked picking up a gun. "That is a Romanian Carbine. Known as AK Draco," Jack stated.