Warriors Mousefur Novels & Stories

All the other packs will join hands and find him. I was ready to give myself fully to my amazing mate and my pack. Embrace my present and future, and let the past be just wonderful memories. Viktor will always be my love, but I was in love with Richard he is my life my mate, my everything I want to carry his pups, and have a beautiful family surrounded by amazing friends. We may not be married as per human customs but in our world, I am Jia Richard Stanford, Luna of the Southern moon pack, and will always be a Warrior's mate.

But, the leader's word was law, and they had no choice but to obey his commands. "It isn't as if we have a say in the matter," she muttered with a shrug. "Russetstar is set in his ways." She watched as Mousefang tilted his head to one side thoughtfully. He was about to say something else when Barktail finally returned. The older warrior looked equally uneasy as he carried a large frog between his jaws. "What are you two talking about?" he growled irritably after putting it down. "Nothing," Mousefang quickly meowed. He ducked his head in embarrassment as Smokefrost rolled her eyes.

"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.

Even though I am part wolf, he follows me and my orders nonetheless. Rage pulsed in my veins, my neck beginning to throb. I immediately linked with all other warriors outside their posts. “We have a trespasser. A male, part witch and part werewolf. Find him at all costs! And do not disappoint me,” I roared, making sure they got the message correctly. All my warriors responded with a huff. They knew what I meant when I ask them not to disappoint me, that is to come back with desired results, or it will be the end for their lives.

—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility. "The Furry Ones?" Grog asked, taking a bite of the cream puff. "My scouts smell them. Wet dog. Expensive leather. Very rude scent." "They're coming through the main drainage outflow," Jack said. "Valerius sent his vanguard. These aren't just wolves, Grog. They're purebloods. Fast, strong, and they heal instantly." Grog grunted, wiping cream from his chin. He walked over to a large, rusted wheel valve on the wall. "Strong heals. Fast runs. But can they swim in... the Soup?"

The last warrior drops to the ground just as Jefferson and my warriors get to the small clearing. Morpheus shifts, and I face them. “We have 13 young pups here, both male and female. They need to be taken back to the packhouse, treated by the healer, and then fed.” “Yes, Alpha.”

He scoffed, “A dragon? What does he know about rejections? What a joke. But fine, let me hear your rejection!” “I, Eir Moonscar, from Earth, reject you, Toke Bloodfur Alpha of the Viking Pack of Errithia.” “Moonscar? Try your real name. Repeat after me: I, Elisabeth Greywoods from Earth, reject you, Toke Bloodfur Alpha of the Viking Pack of Errithia.” “But I all…” He lifted his hand and finger right in my face and cut me off only by some weird sounds.

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

With a unified howl that reverberated through the wilderness, they surged forward, their wolf forms a blur of strength and agility, driven by a shared mission to unravel the Nightshade Pack’s enigmatic silence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the charge, his golden amber coat gleaming like a torch in the moonlight. His massive wolf, a towering symbol of authority, moved with the confidence of countless missions, his amber eyes scanning the darkness for threats. Behind him, the seven operatives followed in tight formation: Beta Elena Moonshadow, her silver and moonlight-yellow fur shimmering with elegance; Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue coat blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut b