Warrior Dogs Book Novels & Stories

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Good thing she liked things a little rough, because he just couldn't be gentle after listening to Lila and Nathan's first mating. Just as he opened the door to the security area he heard growling and snarling coming from the holding cells at the end of the hall. "What the hell?" He took off running and stopped when he saw the body of the orderly outside the door. It looked like his neck had been broken. He shifted into his wolf form and ran in to join the fight. He saw David, blood all over his body from multiple wounds. The gray wolf was easily besting him, and David wouldn't have much longer without help. Jason jumped onto Paul's back and started biting at his neck. His teeth bit down as d

(ongoing) Warrior's Mate: The Bonding, the one time each year that wolves can find their mates, is about to start. And not too soon. With war on the horizon, all of the unmated alpha kings and their betas need to find their mates. That bond will increase their powers, giving them an edge in the battle to come. But with fated mates so rare, a contingency plan seems to be in order. At least, that’s what Alpha King Joel Green of the Greenlake Kingdom thinks when he aligns himself with the Moss Stone Kingdom by promising to marry the daughter of their alpha king if they don’t find their mates at the Bonding. But what happens when he finds his fated mate? Or when he finds out that not only does t

Breaking free from the castle was easy. The soldiers were easily swayed by Erriene's act, his weeping cries of how much he missed the warlord. Of how he had visions. “I know he's wounded! I just know it! Bleeding on the snow, no healer around. Oh, please, guide me to him! Take me to the horse so I can go to him! The wolves will keep me safe.” “I do not need company, thank you for your kindness…”

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

"Say it." "Consistent, across three separate reports. Enormous. Silver-white coat. The rogues didn't just lose — they ran. Two of our patrol wolves who reached the scene afterward said the remaining rogue they encountered was in a submissive posture. Full submission. Not to our patrol. To whatever had been there before them." The ache in Kael's chest sharpened and he did not examine why. "Where in the borderlands?"

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Its thick fur was comprised of flame, as were its coal-colored eyes and foaming muzzle. I unleashed it on the warriors, hearing the shouts and screams as pale armor became coated in blood, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Having my concentration divided between the wolf and the warriors currently advancing on me was difficult. There were just too many, too many pale eyed warriors with gleaming swords, whispering promises of never returning home. I sent one careening to the side with a blast of flame from my open palm, and another sinking into the earth as vines crawled up his legs, wrapping around his throat.

He stepped forward, a signal for his warriors to take us captive. They closed in on us and we tried to fight back, but the warriors were just too strong. "You see, we were out on a yearly raid on rogue packs, and still on it we heard of the death of brave Alpha Darius, so we returned, only to see prisoners claiming to rule over us? That's a shame," the beta stated as we struggled with the warriors. "He's got healing powers, and he could use it to zap out your wolves!!" " Raven !! " I called in an attempt to shut her up. I knew for sure I would lose if I got in a battle with the warriors, powers or not, and I surely didn't know how to zap out wolves yet.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.