Warriors Mc Novels & Stories

“He was calling you the mean, viscious, evil or....wicked warrior.” Uilleam choked on his ale and slammed his hand down on the table. “That is why the Frenchies would not go near you! They knew not the attachment of the nickname to rutting, so his missive labeled you as an evil warrior and they’re all so bloody Catholic!” His eyes widened and he looked at Eleanor. “Sorry, M’Lady. I mean no offense. I keep forgetting you are high-born and raised in an abbey.” “I think that is the best compliment a mercenary has ever given me,” Eleanor said with a smile. “Well, except one.”

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Do they realize the trauma they're forcing me to visit? The poison in the handcuffs makes my hands numb and itch uncontrollably. When the office doors open, that's what I try to focus on, not on the fourteen people staring at me. There's a rule in the Council: every candidate to an alpha position must attend the meetings accompanied by the warrior of that said pack, which means if this was a normal meeting, my father would be standing behind Devin.

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

had been sniffing about in the area and wondered if they were just passing through. Gunner had recalled running into them a while back, he had not liked the look of the group who had apparently taken on another chapter during their expansion runs. The Howler M.C. and The Alpha Dog M.C. had been more or less even in terms of their true nature. Jake Gladstone was the club president and like Brick, he had wanted to break away from the more traditional wolfpack way of living. He gathered his own band of rabble-rousers and took off for longer sunsets and an endless trail much as Brick did but he was of a different sort given to high terrorism for sport despite those he had in his company not know

Her hands were always like this, dry, split, aching. No one cared. Behind her, the main doors slid open. A shift in the room followed instantly, voices lowering just slightly, posture straightening without thought. Warriors. They moved in groups, their uniforms marked in gold along the sleeves and collar. Some of them were barely older than her, but it didn’t matter. Rank settled early. Strength decided everything. “Move.” A shoulder knocked into her as one passed. The tray slipped in her grip, clattering loudly against the counter.

"Do you enjoy watching sunsets?" "Yes, especially when I'm watching it together with you." ***** MARCUS was hiding in a large tree while secretly watching Althaia and her tribesmen in the middle of her yard. He's been back in Montgomery for a few weeks and has been keeping a close eye on Althaia's pack's activities. He noticed a significant change in the werewolf tribe. The once joyful and peaceful community is now engulfed in violence and terror. A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash.

I suddenly stop Benjamin mid-sentence. "Warriors!?..." I asked what I thought I heard him say when I was lost in my thoughts. He nods "Yes, Alpha. They are building warriors! Thousands and thousands of them! They already know about the prophecy of the chosen ones you see and are now raising werewolf-wereapes hybrids warriors to fight in the war! Can you imagine the power and strength these killing machines will possess!?" He asks, looking agitated. Yes, I can imagine. After all, I was a witness in one of their numerous killing rampages. My mind is currently replaying the scene, making me feel the pain all over again.

The funny-looking– Andrew announced. My fists balled as his words echoed in my mind. Did he just say him? Lia has to compete with a male warrior? That’s insane! “Let’s welcome the famous warrior of the Dark Moon Pack, Warrior Jake!” Andrew announced, completely unbothered by the fact that he was calling their pack’s Gamma out against Lia. Jessica yelled from the warriors’ stands, limping on her good leg, while my fists tightened even more, “That’s not fair. That’s cheating!”

They were loud, some of them in shackles and what not, but I didn't miss the wolfish grins on their faces. Above them, other wolves, made up of guards, betas, nobles and warriors, cheered them on. Cheered us on. “Welcome.” The MCs voice rang through the arena. I didn't even know there was an MC in the first place. “welcome one and all to this year's rogue trial.”