Warriors Mousefur Novels & Stories

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

She said to me, and I shook my head in disagreement because that was one thing I was not going to agree to. "Murphy is not empty, and for the record, he is not very strong in his wolf. Do you know the reason why he was once a rebel? It was because he did not believe in the wolf rules and laws and the goddess, and he decided to leave. He did not like his personality; he trained more in his human form and did all of his things in his human form. That is why he's a stronger warrior in his human form than he is in his wolf. If you asked me, I would think him giving up his wolf was a relief to him because he never shifts," I said to her in a rather calm voice this time, and I could see the tensio

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

a tiny voice squeals. Finn, his face smeared with a fresh streak of mud, sprints across the cleared courtyard. He is clutching the wooden wolf Mara carved for him, his oversized sweater flapping in the crisp wind. He weaves through the legs of the massive Blood Moon warriors, who all immediately stop what they are doing to smile down at the little boy. One of the toughest, most heavily scarred enforcers actually pauses his circular saw just to give Finn a gentle, playful high-five as he runs past.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

Brian's voice was laced with sarcasm. " She's unconscious, there was no reason to hit someone against the ground while training except you don't want her to know what you and your men were up to." Came Cleo's voice. Aldophus remained unfazed at all they were saying. " My uncle will never go against you even if he doesn't come to meet you in person," he added. " Sire, I don't think Aldophus is the culprit, the Silver Crescent Moon Pack members have white, grey and brown furs with only one legendary silver fur member. The wolves that attacked Grooveshire were black as death itself," one of the elders of the court said.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

The words float in my head, taunting. Sex slave. I want to strip off my very own skin; hating the residual feeling of their coarse hands. The great figure is getting closer. It's a ten foot tall wolf with ink black fur and green eyes. It's growling madly and drooling all over the place. The warriors all bow once he nears. The first one to talk is the rough voiced man. "Alpha Liam, we apologize. We kn-" Slash! Squelch! The man doesn't get a chance to speak. Liam crushes him with his grand paw immediately he opens his mouth. I lie there in utter confusion.

Maya spit these last words, and the crowd roared, some laughing, some howling with rage. Sasha said nothing. She stood there, fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “You will not disrespect our union.” Her voice was a menacing growl, though a poor imitation of an Alpha. “Don’t ever forget your place, Rogue.” The Warriors laughed. Encouraged by their support, Sasha pointed at the pair of them. “Warriors! Do not let a pair of filthy Rogues disrespect your Alpha and his TRUE Luna!” The Warriors, their anger reignited, surged forward once more. They yanked Maya over the railing, and she was lost in the crowd. All I could hear were her screams of terror.

I saw the glint of the knife and those strange markings on it. I said a brief prayer and started running. The tunnel was wide, musty and dark. A rat passed my leg and I jumped with fright. Something told me rats were going to be the least of my problems. My right eye had lost its sight so I was left to navigate with my left eye. "Six", he called out. His voice was faint, very faraway and I believe I would soon be out of this tunnel and into the arms of freedom. I was running as fast as my weak legs would take me and ,I assure you, I was going fast.