Warriors Mousefur 소설 & 이야기

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

I murmured, even though I knew Dad was right. ‘Shut up,’ mindlinked Ares, his tone light and teasing. It made my smile instantly. ‘I’m no damp sock, remember? I’m a Winterpaw Warrior wolf. Scratch that: I’m their Alpha. I can handle a pathetic little Blue Moon winter’s night, don’t you think?’ 'It was a sock that needed darning, not a damp one.' I stuck my tongue out at him and rolled my eyes, grateful – so damned grateful – that he was not only alive, but well enough to mock me.

I glance back and see several warriors joining us, their eyes alert, protective. “Alpha said a few extra warriors should escort us back. Just in case.” Fury gives me a small grin and shrugs off his jacket. “Now be reasonable and climb on—” He stops when I don’t move. I just stand there watching him as he shifts. Bones crack, limbs stretch, and within seconds, Fury’s wolf stands before me—thick, dark grey fur, almost black, with kind, familiar eyes. He wiggles his tail slightly, motioning me forward.

His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination. Beside Tigreal, Seraphine exuded an ethereal beauty and grace. Her pristine white and brown fur contrasted with streaks of silver, and her piercing blue eyes shimmered with a mix of confidence and determination. She moved with the agility and precision of a predator, her fangs glistening as she engaged her foes. Xirza, known for his strategic mind and cunning, fought alongside Tigreal. His pure white fur blended with the skies, and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief. He danced around his enemies, his movements swift and calculated, orchestrating the battlefield with tactic

The warriors broke into fits of guffaws, all of them sounding derisive and scornful. "So what if the half-hour mark has arrived? Here I am! And here is my battle pet! We are all fine! Just you wait, I'll find out the person behind this and I'll make him pay!" This warrior's battle pet was a gargantuan Tibetan mastiff at least three to four meters tall, its golden coat of fur giving off a stately luster in the bright sunlight. But he barely finished when a loud bang struck, and a bolt of dark light hit the mastiff's large head, splitting it into half with blood pouring out and flowing down its torso.

Geoffrey suggested, using telepathy. “No, not now that we are this close to winning. I can feel it. It may seem like we are on the brink of losing, but I assure you, my friend, we are not,” Robbert replied. His wolf had dark gray fur and bright blue eyes. He roared loudly, ordering the warrior wolves to shift back into their human forms and fight only in that state.

As if they have a tacit understanding, they morph into their wolf forms and take off towards the east. Leaving us no time to recover, the other warriors follow suit. Amongst these are; Michael, Uncle Luke, Gunther, Alpha Lorenzo, Dr Boyce, Alpha Jackson Darius's mate and their pups, as well as Hermes or rather Teddy the white bear. Before we could react, all we can see is just the dust. "Retaliation huh? It does work at times. At least this time, they will be unexpected guests." "What are you talking about grandpa?"

The warrior lunges at me, but I sidestep with ease, my movements fluid and confident. He tries again, a flurry of claws and fangs, but it’s like fighting a shadow. I dodge each attack, my reflexes honed to perfection. With a quick swipe of my paw, I knock him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. A chorus of awe ripples around my pack warriors, their eyes fixed on me, their alpha, with reverence.