Warhorse Joey Novels & Stories

“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.

I didn't think I had ever been so nervous. I sat as still as I possibly could as I tried to listen for any sound to indicate where they were, but everything was muffled under the sheets. My heart continued to race so heavily as I could hear footsteps heavily on the floor above me. “Okay dude. Seems you were telling the truth.” From those words I could only hope the warrior had done what he needed to do and checked the house and would soon be on his way. “Not sure why you would think I would be doing anything but.” Joey argued. “I am a warrior in our pack.”

Now, though, it grates. Joey is the one who speaks to me. He hasn't been here very long, not long before Sierra got here, really, but he's confident and has training from...somewhere else, and we get along great. He's a good protector of Sierra. Happy to do his job without complaint. "You good, Alpha?" He asks, and I nod my head.

"Let's not talk about him. What do you think of my office? Any suggestions?" "It's great! I especially love the couches in the lounge area. But it feels like it's missing something." "What's missing?" "Something that's close yet far away," Joey said, crossing her arms and smiling. "I've resigned." Willow was stunned for a moment. After that, her eyes lit up with joy. She asked, "Joey, are you serious?" "Do I look like I'm joking? After this trip, my resignation was approved. Once I finish handing over my work, I can come to help you. How about that, Ms. Jett?"

Timothy said while forcing a smile. “I’ll look it up now and show you photos of the Gods of War! There are tons of photos of the Nine Great Gods of War!” James did not bother with his meal anymore. He pulled out his phone and began searching them up. After some time, he found a full body shot of Lana and passed it to Timothy. “Look at this photo. These Gods of War have no casual photos and are always dressed in army uniform. Just take a look, this body, could it be her?”

Jordan's eyes were fixed at Volkan's helpless ones, as he mouths his last words to him. Please save her To only have him go still and that's when Volkan roars a deep cry of agony , that shook the very floor of the forest. The tear drops falling from his brothers still eyes, breaking him completely. Making him go berserk like a mad wolf. Tearing apart the hunters that came towards him, he heaped a pile of dead bodies seeing nothing except red. Managing to reach the crying child, he shifts and picks up the two year old in his arms. Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords.

Territorial Clash The docks warehouse stank of fish and diesel. Alessandro stood in the centre, arms crossed, watching two rival crews size each other up. On his left—his own men. Marco stood closest, jaw tight. Sergio leaned against a shipping container, hand resting on his holster. On his right—the Bellini family. Three men in expensive suits, led by a silver-haired bull named Luca Bellini. His nephew Franco flanked him, young and eager. "This is neutral ground," Alessandro said. "We talk first."

Joey squinted after hearing Evita’s words, and then he became impatient with my silence, snapping, “Now that you don’t care about me, I think there is no need for you to see your grandma later.” “No! You have no right to stop me from seeing my grandma!” I irritated with Joey’s threaten. “I am the Alpha of the Black Furies, and I am her son! Follow my orders and get out of my pack forever!” Joey growled. I glared at Joey, “Don’t forget that I am the Luna of the Golden Crest! You never want to offend Archie, right?” Joey frowned immediately with clenched fist. I knew he was controlling his temper.

I have a warrior battle with him in return. I have to hand it to him. Vukasin is a formidable foe. However, dragging this fight out like this only makes it worse for both sides. We’ve already lost a fair number of warriors each and I can bet more lives will be lost. That might be an acceptable sacrifice to Vukasin, but not to me. “Alpha Cedric!” Joey’s voice calls out to me from a short distance away. It doesn’t take him long to return to my side, though I can tell from the way he pants, his journey back hasn’t been easy.

Joey skipped past Michael as he rushed into the mansion, his smile warming the dark lords mood; if only slightly. The psychopathic lord smiled slightly as Goodwin and Dorian followed closely behind, the Corporal clearly annoyed with Joey’s childish manner. Dorian tilted his head as he took a defensive step into the living room, his actions animalistic as he inhaled; crouching slightly. Joey bounced into the living room, holding up a plastic bag as he spoke. The bag contained bottles of Darkous’ most loved drink, whiskey. “Care for a drink, sir.” Darkous smiled, nodding with relief as his comrades brought the one thing that he craved more than the blood of his enemies. “Of course Joey, bring