Warriors Mudclaw Novels & Stories

Thinking of my connection to Ridian seemed to make me stronger than I had ever felt in my entire life. The rogues continued to come at me and I attacked back ferociously. I quickly took out another rogue with a quick swipe of my claw and another with a bite on the neck while it fought me like its life depended on it. One of them broke away and started running but was brought down by one of the warriors.

Draco gotten Talon’s bear and shook him as Leo took a step back, shaking his head. “Don’t think like that!” Draco cried. “You can do this. You’re the hardest mother fucker out there, and you’re going to tear unused assholes in each single one of them!” “Yeah,” Claw mumbled, attempting to coordinate the tone of his companions. It was no great. He was as well tired and in as well much torment. The moment he got into the following battle, his instinctual would take over, but it was as it were a matter of time until he fell.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

A face of shock ripples through Troy as well, almost matching the orc’s look. Mudbrew’s left palm is placed on the protected chest of the orc and the right on is placed on the chest of the fire prince. On each of his palms are scribed runes embedded with the steel material that he wears. The rune is the same shape as a diaphragm of a bear which adds force to a formula. Purple ignition of arcane power surges through his armor and fingers then without fail, a forceful push of arcane energy blasts the two apart, separating them. The left side of Scar’s armor is crushed in the process, as the general applied enough force to do so whereas, with Troy, he only applies enough to push him back. “That

With a knowing smile exchanged at just the right moment, Clay anticipated the impending attack from Joric. Joric growled and relentlessly charged at Clay. When the future beta declared that it was time for him to shift, Joric complied. His wolf, Claude, was a formidable creature. Despite being a large, dark brown wolf that could be intimidating due to his size, the light brown hue of his paws emitted a sincere vibe. Despite his imposing stature, observers might mistake him for an alpha, but his aura resonated with that of a beta. Since he hadn't reached the age of 18 yet, his status could change upon reaching maturity.

I stepped forward, out of his grasp. My throat burned where his claws had been, but I didn’t falter. The ground split beneath my feet. Light burst from my chest, not blinding, commanding. The wind answered first. It tore through the battlefield, knocking rogues off their feet, ripping weapons from hands, slamming bodies into the dirt. Moonclaw warriors staggered but stayed standing, protected by a force they didn’t understand. Lightning followed. Not wild strikes….precise. Bolts slammed into clusters of rogues, into siege weapons, into the walls they were trying to breach. Fire exploded. Stone shattered.

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

I was left confided to training ground and Gym. All my friends had their mate. Earlier, we used to hang out together in school. But now all of them were busy with their lives, mates and responsibilities. Jason (Alpha) and Sandra (Luna) were childhood sweethearts. We knew they would be mates. Sandra was Gamma's daughter. Jason wanted me to be his Gamma, but I preferred being Warrior. George became Beta, and he found his mate Lucy, one of our pack member. Alex was given Gamma's position. His mate Megan was one of the warrior's daughter. Sandra kept suggesting that I should travel to find my mate or choose someone as my mate. But one I could have selected, had found her mate and left.

“We’re not starting a fucking war with one of the few men loyal to my mother just because his son slipped. Discipline him however you want, but he stays alive. And in one piece.” I hadn’t planned to add the last part, but this was Claude. He’d maim a man, chop off limbs, maybe even slice off his dick, then claim he technically followed orders. I had to be specific. “Fine,” he grumbled, standing. “But don’t come crying when people start seeing you as weak.” “No one would dare say that to my face.” That clearly annoyed him, because he made a sound on his way to the door. “Letting some girl distract you and refusing to kill a traitor?” he muttered. “Hell, maybe I’ll be the first to say it.”

“Did you finish your history outline?” Caelan’s eyes cut toward mine—sharp, tired, too old for his face. “Half. Then Haku attacked me with a dinosaur.” Haku lifts his chin proudly. “It was a T-Rex.” “It was a plastic lizard,” Caelan mutters. “It was a T-Rex,” Haku repeats, like that settles it. I scoop cereal into one bowl—one—and add fruit because I’m a responsible adult who sometimes remembers vitamins. The kitchen smells like toasted rice and coffee, and for one tiny moment, it almost feels like we’re normal.