Warhorse Joey Novels & Stories

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.

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

The air smelled of roasted meat and earth, and underneath it all was the sound of life: pups chasing one another, mothers gossiping, warriors arguing over strategy while pretending they weren’t off-duty. Joey clapped her hands once, loudly enough to draw everyone’s attention. “Alright, listen up! Today we’re breaking the monotony. We’ve fought, we’ve bled, we’ve sulked in our rooms” her eyes flicked dramatically to Devon, who only blinked at her “but today, we play.” The warriors groaned. Someone shouted, “Play what?” Joey grinned wickedly. “Everything.” The first game was tug-of-war. Joey had somehow found an absurdly thick rope, and when she planted it on the ground, the pups immediately s

Usopp declared, his expression one of confidence. Joey, renowned for his charisma and allure, then spoke up. "My lord, I took a different approach in South Shore. Quality over quantity, as they say. I have turned 50 individuals, carefully chosen for their exceptional beauty and charm. These vampires will serve as a weapon of seduction against our werewolf adversaries," Joey explained, his tone measured. Vic and Usopp couldn't help but scoff at Joey's seemingly modest numbers. "Only 50, Joey? You're truly a weak link in our triumvirate," Vic teased, a taunting grin on his face.

“I have fought in the first war, Alpha…I have experience.” “This is different…” “I still have more experience than all three of you combined,” Asher was about to argue, but Logan placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. “How many allies do we have?” Joseph demanded. “WillowCreek, BlueHounds, BlueMoon…” Noah said. “BlackWater…” Catalina responded, her eyes red with fury and tears as she finally turned to face us. She looked so enraged, all that pain she must have felt now transformed into anger.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."