Warrior Dogs Book Novels & Stories

Nadia’s dogs. They snarled, a wet, guttural sound that vibrated in the stagnant air, guarding the entrance like two-headed hounds of hell. I felt a grim smile tug at the corner of my mouth. They thought I was just some bystander. They didn't realise I was a Warrior of the Woodland Pack. This? This was a piece of cake.

he asked with narrowed eyes. “Some trust here please,” Rah insisted. “I have never ever said anything about you or Mila to anyone,” he added. “I know,” Arthur nodded. “So, can you tell me what I am looking for here?” Rah asked again picking up the book titled ‘Clans – friend and foe’ “Who is the biggest foe to wolf kind as per that book?” Arthur asked as he pointed at the book Rah was holding. Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.”

But none of them had the courage to ask as they watched him walk away with the children. “I smell disaster.” One warrior voiced his concerns. “Since when do cats and dogs get along?” asked another still looking in the direction JP disappeared to. “They don’t, it’s unheard of that cats and dogs get along. They always fight whenever they meet and now our beta is about to raise cats with dogs.” Said another warrior. “Maybe it is just a temporary thing.” The other one shook his head. “I don’t think so, look at beta Zande, he is a werebear, and no one thought he was going to survive living in a wolf pack. But look at him now, the man is more of a wolf than You and I. you only get to see that he i

He changed into a wolf immediately. The shadow wolf ran with speed, raising his paw to hit him down with it. My warrior went under him and used his paw as a pitchfork to dig a hole in his paw. Blood gushed out, staining his paw. He came at him again, trying to cut him down, but his paw was snatched off by my warrior, letting blood splatter on the floor. He yelled in pain, charging one more at him. He bent his two paws, crouching on the floor. He was angry and ran with force, like an angry dog. He raised his paw to slash him one more time.

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

He must make use of his intellect to defeat his enemies. Suddenly, the sound of another wooden entry lifting from his left side ripped through his well-laid plans. Was there a fourth predator? "Fuck it!" Darwin murmured. "This is not good." Darwin would have a slim chance of prevailing in this contest. In order to gain a better look at the new enemy, he darted over his left shoulder. A massive raven mountain lion with a head as huge as the troll. And to make matters worse, the gigantic ten-foot-long feline that was his pet champion had appeared in front of him. 'Dar' was the name he had given it. It had slain so many feral lycans when he and Cornelius went hunting with him the previous year

A couple of the warriors hesitated, but more pushed ahead, their eyes locked to him, filled with a bloodlust Luna Eleanor had inspired. Fighting wasn’t Connor’s forte. He was a wolf that used his charm to weave close to the enemy before striking them unaware. However, he had trained all his life. He was nimble and determined and he wasn't about to let some mere pups take him down. He wasn’t a wolf they should underestimate, but the way the warriors allowed one to push ahead of the others suggested they didn’t know who he was. Staying light on his paws, he waited as the wolf raced forward, past his peers, eager to be the one to take the first kill.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

I nod, clinging to his arm as we move out with the lead warriors. The trees blur past as we approach the border—and then I see them. Rogues. At least a dozen, just as the vision predicted. Snarling, feral, tearing through the clearing like beasts from a nightmare. The fight explodes instantly, shattering the peace. Zeke lunges forward with a deafening growl, his claws flashing, his enforcers, our loyal wolves, rushing immediately behind him. Erica’s there too, her movements sharp, calculated, and terrifyingly effective.