Warhorse Joey Novels & Stories

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.