Warrior Dogs Book Novels & Stories

My father’s wolf stepped forward, tail stiff, head high. Hold, he linked, the Alpha bond cracking through every mind like a whip. No one chases. No one panics. We kill what crosses. We keep them away from town. A chorus of voices answered through the link, warriors confirming, betas acknowledging, the Gamma repeating the instructions so the younger ones didn’t forget. And then the first enemy moved. It didn’t lunge like a wolf. It darted like a blade. It slammed into our front line with unnatural speed, scales scraping against teeth as one of our warriors snapped at its neck, And broke a tooth. The warrior yelped, stumbling back. The scaled creature turned its head slowly, almost amused, and

I almost laughed, remembering what other qualities the wolfhound was listing, but I restrained myself in time and measured the newly minted noble hero with a cool look. It’s nice, of course, that he was not indifferent to me, but he talked about what he didn’t know about, and what didn’t concern him at all, and saying what he said about Grisha was a very bad idea, because the wolfhound had no less acute hearing than a purebred wolf, and could hear his words. Well, it was possible to make up legends about his temper, especially since he didn’t like Misha anyway. “Mish, you really have to go,” I said as softly as possible. - If I need something, I'll call you.

But Logan had lost his balance and Casper had fallen from that height, resulting in a dislocated elbow and several other wounds. Casper had been his closest friend. He would have done anything for him. As he went through the book, he came across a chapter that talked about an ancient tribe of rogue wolves. He remembered that that particular chapter had been his most favourite in 5he entire book. He had read it so many times that the pages were filled with of fingerprints and the pages had been dog-eared.

It was slightly heavier than the others, and as she peeled away the layers of tape and folded back the cardboard, her eyes landed on something that made her lips curve into a smile. A Canine Musketeers book. Its cover gleamed with an emerald sheen, the illustration playful and inviting. A cartoonish German shepherd stood poised with a sword in its mouth, facing off against a husky, their blades exaggeratedly long and dramatic. Lila swallowed hard. Aaron loved this series. It was the very first thing they had talked about when he and Winnie had wandered into the bookstore the day they met. Her throat tightened, and before she could stop it, a tear slipped down her cheek. She inhaled sharply,

she said coldly. Kyden and Skyler were mates and in their senior years at school. Kyden was not ready to go at other school but Althea had choose eight great warriors of the pack which include Kyden, Jason, Skyler, Charlie, Aria, Zoe, Justin and Harper. “I am afraid because Canis Lupus wolves are not safe out there,” he said. “They are one of best warriors in Canis Lupus pack Uncle and don’t forget when I came here I was trained by their parents they have my trust” she said smiling.

The emotions coming down the bond were determination, alertness, and anxiety, though those aren’t abnormal when in a battle. I finally break through the treeline and tear into one of two wolves that are attacking one of our warriors. I catch him completely by surprise, easily wrapping my jaws around his neck before biting down and shaking my head vigorously. I hear his neck snap at the same time that the warrior I aided smacks the other wolf with her paw, sending the enemy flying, his mouth bleeding. He staggers to his feet, obviously dazed. Too bad that he couldn’t get his bearings before our warrior jumped on him, ripping his throat out.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

As the rest of the compound was now on high alert. As we patrolled, I realized quickly that I don’t have a mind link with anyone here, so I needed to be mindful of the warrior next to me, if we get separated, I’ll literally be all on my own. As we stayed in the shadows of the dense forest, we both spotted them at the same time, there were several unauthorized intruders coming over the wall. My only hope was that the warrior next to me alerted the others. I pushed myself against the wall as I stalked towards them and lunged for the one closest to me, a blind attack. Scarlett quickly reminded me that this wasn’t training, that I was going for the kill and without hesitation I did. Quickly

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

The night filled with snarls and the sound of claws raking against pavement. The lead rogue, a large black wolf with blood-red eyes, charged at one of Derek’s warriors. His claws swiped at the warrior’s side, but the gray wolf dodged, spinning on his hind legs and slashing at the rogue’s flank. Blood splattered across the ground, but the rogue barely flinched, retaliating with a powerful bite aimed at the warrior’s throat. The gray wolf jumped back just in time, countering with a vicious attack that tore into the rogue’s shoulder.