Warriors Mudclaw Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Aren't wolves supposed to eat his internal organs? As far as I know, his organs were all intact." "Werewolves, Clyde. Werewolves. Half wolf, half human. They behave and think like humans, but they hunt like animals," Lando corrected him. "I'm sure food wasn't the reason for their attack. Think about it, Clyde, why did they choose our refuge and the trainees' quarters when there were so many other places they could have attacked? Maybe they wanted to give us the warning to dissuade us from suppressing them," Lando speculated while grinning and shaking his head. "That's where they're making a mistake because even if I'm the only person left alive in our camp, I will never stop finding them an

He used his claws to scratch the opponent's chest. Ezra repeatedly scratched, disorienting the opponent, and then threw himself on top of him. Ezra won with sharp, clawed front paws resting on his opponent's black fur. "We're even." The leader of the assassin group stood up, shook his black fur gently to brush away the dust on his body, and spoke. "Winning is winning." Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant.

I looked right at Swiftclaw, not blinking, and said something strong. "Maybe I can't beat you all by myself, but I have something you don't, Swiftclaw: my warriors will fight with me till the end." I said this, hoping Swiftclaw would understand. Swiftclaw's smile turned into a mean grin. "Being loyal won't help you, Marco. Your warriors won't save you from what's coming. My army is stronger than yours."

Greco scoffed while punching his palm with his fist. "It's Alpha Aria to you, Mr. Greco. Now show me what you got, if you dare," I urged him. He kicked the sand around his foot while a growl rose inside his chest. His claws extended, and his canines revealed their sharp edges. I observed this fuming monster warming up. I stood in my fighting stance, ready for whatever he was going to use against me. Finally, he lurched forward with his claws pointed at me like daggers. I scanned his movements as he ran. He was slow, and his overgrown muscles took away most of his agility. His heavy footsteps dug deeply into the sand, making me feel featherlike compared to him.

Two other enemy warriors, thinking that they could also join forces in bringing me down, backed the first warrior up. "Just like Alpha Darius," one of them screamed as they ran towards me. I dodged the first strike as I maintained a stance. "Wrong move," I whispered, my claws shooting out as I faced them squarely. The sound of our claws made contact like a sickening crunch, and in no time, I was already standing at an advantageous position. The clashing of our claws one more time was followed by a tearing sound as I penetrated the skin of one of the warriors, followed by another.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he gave me a kick to my legs and swept me off my feet. "You twat!" I cussed as I landed on the dusty floor, with dust flying over. I didn't relax, I stood up swiftly and jumped toward him. My right hand shifted half-way and my fingers changed into claws while my hand was filled with white fur. In the next second, I clawed at Roman's face, creating bloody gashes all over his face. "You shouldn't have done that." He said, and immediately he caught hold of my furry hand and he twisted it.

She snorted as she followed the warriors out of the house and climbed into the back of the SUV where one held the door open for her. The two warriors were the silent types. They didn’t say a word to her and the radio was soft. Reese turned her head and stared out of the window. She was nervous. She’d done her due diligence and researched the Black Claw pack. It seemed that they were one of the stricter packs, half of their warriors failed out of warrior camp and that even the King’s warriors trained with Black Claw. Troy Madden had partaken in his first pack war when he was fourteen and had been instrumental in the demise of three packs since then. She shuddered. How the hell was she suppose

I used to get a few updates about him from Ren and Rachel, but even they didn't hear much from him, except that he got a new Beta now. I kept myself occupied with the new trainer. While Madison was mean and relentless, Zoey was friendly but far more brutal. With platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she belonged to the White Warrior clan, a clan that doesn't have the mate concept. Their bloodline was notorious for the ruthless killers they were, not belonging to a pack or territory. Their wolves were as big as any Alpha's wolf.

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.

I fall onto the floor, and the mud covers my white chest fur. I steady myself up and see Morgan struggle with her opponent as he weighs her down in the mud, ready to snap her head. I ran towards her. I slam against the wolf I am fighting as he tries to stop me. The impact pushes him to the side, trapping him in a mud puddle. I reach Morgan, and with no mercy, I slice her adversary's throat open using my claws. Blood squirts all over, and his limp body falls to the side within seconds. More wolves join the fight, and soon we are surrounded. I take a protective stance over Morgan's injured wolf form. The sound of clapping hands comes from the trees. A female silhouette makes way between the ro