Warriors Mudclaw Novels & Stories

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

The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors. But Paisley raised a dissatisfied brow. "How many kills to get promoted?" The Gamma flipped through his manual. "Thirty cumulative kills to become 'Iron Claw,' and so on." A arrogant smile spread across Paisley's face. "Then becoming a 'Silver Claw' general will be a piece of cake." Low chuckles rippled around. The battlefield wasn't a training ground; the Dragon Ash warriors were far tougher than beasts. Only Adelaide knew the golden glint in Paisley's eyes wasn't naivety, but genuine battle lust.

They were handpicked by me through careful observation and quiet testing, selected by fate itself through trials that had burned away everything false and weak within us. We called ourselves the Moonclaw Pack, a name that managed to be both respectful of the traditions that had shaped our people and boldly forged for the future we intended to create. It spoke of the moon's eternal guidance and the claws that would defend what we held sacred. I walked through our camp with the easy confidence of someone who belonged exactly where they stood, nodding acknowledgment at the warriors training in the central clearing their movements fluid and deadly as they practiced formations that would soon be

Basically the first round of introduction is just all of us throwing compliment at each others. But in the case for the Mudswan Tribe, I meant it when I said that I wanted to see their craft with my own eyes. Because I have heard about their craftsmanship even from outside the Wasteland, in fact, I know for a fact that the Mudswan tribe didn’t know at all their crafts is actually a well sought and also quite famous in all parts of the Central Continent. In fact one of their famous Leather Armour is actually being sold in New City market, and it attract my interest so much that I began to buy them for research purpose, in order to create a new design for Aeternum Military use tactical combat

Claw’s POV Standing in front of forty to fifty recruits, I observe them with my hands on my waist and a rueful grin on my face. I notice a few imbeciles, twarts, little fuckers. Easy to form into warriors with little time. One of those imbeciles pokes his hand in his nose, taking it into his mouth right after. Real warrior material, these lots. I clear my throat, loud enough to get their attention. “Alright, listen up, mutts!” I bark as I walk in front of them with my arms folded behind my back. “You think you’re wolves? You’re not. You’re puppies who still piss on the floor and cry for mama."

"Don't think too much about it now. The people are gathered and waiting for you. You need to focus on the festival and the alliance with the Black Moon Pack." I nodded slowly, trying to push aside my doubts. Mucus Was right; I couldn't let my fears consume me. I had to trust that Ava and the others would be okay, that they would make it back safely. With a newfound determination, I stood up, and Macushelped me dress in the traditional attire of the Golden Claw Pack. The fabric felt smooth beneath my fingers, and the intricate designs seemed to shimmer in the light. I adjusted my clothes, feeling a sense of pride and purpose wash over me.