Warrior Dogs Book Novels & Stories

Am I to be sold? As I thought about these, I felt light and free. I was on a horse, charging into battle. I was holding a large sword, a large armor strapped around my body, and a quiver with arrows was tied to my back. There were shouts everywhere as other people, dressed in the same way I was, charged forward towards the enemy. I saw that there was no one in particular I was fighting but men fell from their horses as I charged towards them. And when my arrows were finished, I released my wolf, who tore limbs from limbs and wreaked havoc. Then my head hit something hard and as I opened my eyes, there were men in hoods all around me.

She slowly start eating and felt nauseated. Zayn also picked his plate and start eating the food which was lunch to him. "Don't lose hope. I am sure he will be back. I am sure that wolf spirit is seeing everything." He softly smiled. Wolf spirit was one the sons of the moon goddess that was the god of wolves. It is said that he was the most handsome man on the earth with great powers. In ancient tales of wolves, there was always his stories of how he protected them from destructions and he was the one who let the wolves to shift to human form. He also gifted some wolves to be great worriors and leaders known as Alphas and some with great strategic planning known as betas while some with magi

he yelled out over the crowd as they began to move about and drop themselves into groups. Azreal pointed to one of his hunters, “Ed will lead the first team, they are the front line and go in completely blind,” he began and watched as Eli, Mack, and Marco LaFlare stepped forward to introduce themselves. Arzon LaFlare chuckled deep in his chest, “it seems my brothers have made their decision, I can give you a few others, but we are swamp wolves Azreal,” the Alpha warned and Azreal bowed his head as Ace’s father cleared his throat, “my pack can spare ten prepared warriors,” he barked and Azreal bowed his head, “I hope they understand what they are signing themselves up for,” Mj mumbled and Azr

"I'm just waiting for my uniform." Really? Will I actually get my own? My eyes lit up. When I was little, I admired warriors in their uniforms. They always looked fearless... powerful... For one second, excitement bloomed inside me, then my gaze drifted down to my body. The excitement vanished. Unfortunately... it wasn't made for Empty Belly. My wolf immediately growled. ‘Stop calling yourself that, dumbass. You'll look amazing’ A laugh escaped before I could stop it. I covered my mouth. "She actually called me dumbass..."

If these were Azami’s memories, I could understand why she felt such hatred towards wolves. Through the smoke and the haze, I could make out several figures, clad in traditional werewolf armor and carrying swords. Even though the vision was blurry by this point, something caught my eye. One of the wolves took their helmet off. I couldn’t quite make out their face, but their hair tumbled free, an elaborate braid draping over their shoulder. A war braid, one that I had only ever seen one person wear. The wolf spoke, but I couldn’t make out the words. Whether that was because the memory had faded over the years or if Azami just couldn’t understand at the time, I didn’t know.

She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her. . . . . She was sitting on the stairs that lead to her lawn, massaging the paws of her Bentley. She had a German Shepherd puppy as a pet. The black and brown puppy was staring up at her with innocent eyes and his mouth was drooling. "Minahil, where are you?" She heard Arya. Before she could answer Arya came towards the stairs and screamed when she saw Bentley. "Take him awayyyy!" She shrieked fearfully, stepping backwards.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

He must be hurt I turned around to see him lying on the ground surrounded by 3 wolves. He was holding his leg which was bleeding profously. I attacked them but they were stronger then the others. From their strength they surely were ranked beta or gamma I held one from it's neck and was ready to break it when the other clawed on my back. I changed into my wolf and tore their necks with my claws both were lying on the ground in their own blood Dan was not able to stand up I moved his arm around my neck and carried his body with his weight on my shoulders.

I ordered through the mind link, my voice a growl of sheer dominance. A collective growl echoed through my warriors as they prepared to attack. "Zyros, you know what you have to do," I told my wolf. My wolf let out a feral snarl of excitement, his hunger for blood matching mine. Lifting his massive head, he let out a deafening howl into the night sky—a signal that war had begun. And then, we attacked. The enemy warriors lunged forward, but they were nothing compared to us. My pack was stronger, faster, and trained to kill without hesitation. Zyros charged ahead, his claws digging into the ground as he leapt at the first wolf. The enemy barely had time to react before Zyros' massive jaw clamp

Chapter 102: The first rays of dawn spilled over the battlefield, revealing a landscape forever altered by the night’s brutal struggle. The enemy, though repelled, had left behind a haunting silence and a bitter tally of loss. The Blue Moon Pack’s warriors, now bloodied and exhausted, gathered around the battered remnants of the defense line. Each wolf bore scars not only on their bodies but in their hearts—a reminder that every victory in battle came at a steep cost.