Warriors Mudclaw Novels & Stories

Chaos coated the metallic papers and presented them with even more fire power, making them as durable as high grade weapons and just as deadly, if not more so. “Recreation: Origami Claws” The metallic papers swiftly dispersed and morphed into claws. Some joined others to make longer, sharper claws, and at the end of the entire ordeal, there were only four large claws left out of the many black papers that were summoned. “You shall move with the swiftness of Wind” “The flexibility of the Waves” “Your durability shall be unto you like an earthen shield” “And your strikes shall be like the frightening whisks of lightening – the power that boasts of the birth of every flame”

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

"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 might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

Instead, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, racing toward the pack house with my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, what I saw sent terrible chills racing down my spine. The pack house doors stood wide open, and warriors were streaming in and out like angry birds disturbed from their nest. Their faces were twisted with rage and something else I could not name. Without hesitating, I slipped between their legs, following the terrible sounds deeper into the building where I was not supposed to go without permission. The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn.

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

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.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

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.