Novel & Cerita A Vision Of Shadows Warrior Cats

“What did it matter if the Council disagress? Have they done something when you were forced to live the sanctuary of the household you know you’re the one deserving to take? Now, you’re bearing the hatred of your father, the disappointment of your clan. You are once the heir but now you’re nothing. And did the Council cared? They didn’t.” The tip of the sword lifted from his neck. He swallowed once again as he wiped his cheeks. Slowly, he faced the man, breathing rather fast and what greeted him were the scorching glare from the blackness of his orbs, to which void itself was shamed. He was wearing his shadow, its flexibility so intense that it even made a cape despite coiling all over his b

His warriors run towards us but get surprised when all my hidden warriors come out from where they were hiding. “You didn’t think I wasn’t prepared, did you?” I ask Miles He snarls and charges at me again. He is a good fighter. I’ll give him that, and he gets some powerful hits in. Again he tries to kick me. This time I grab him and throw him a few feet away. He is getting mad, and when he stands up, he shifts into his wolf Titus. I don’t waste any time and let Shadow come out and take over. He doesn’t wait but attacks with full force. Titus charges, and the two wolves bite and scratch each other. Titus' claws hit Shadow on the side of his belly and make a deep long cut. Luckily not so deep

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

That’s all it’s ever needed to be. The gunfire keeps going around me but it’s background noise at this point. It always is. We’re getting control of it. I can feel the shift. Then I see him. He’s standing off to the side, separate from the others, and he’s watching. Not fighting, not retreating — watching. There’s a scar running the length of his face, old and thick, and the moment our eyes meet something in my chest goes very still. Andreas. Not here himself, but close enough to make the point.

Aiden dropped the call and smirked at Ethan who was on the other side with two warriors holding guns, matches, and ropes. "We need to leave now before he suspects we are here," Aiden said. "Let's take pictures as proof," Liam replied. "I'm on it," Logan replied. Since he was an expert in photography, he was given the opportunity to show his skills by taking a perfect picture of Ethan and the other warriors with what they were holding. "Let's move," Aiden said, and immediately they all got into the car and he drove off at speed. Liam and Logan were fixing what they were able to capture in the backseat while Aiden focused on getting to the next city in the next twenty minutes before Ethan call

They stood back to back, waiting for an attack from the unknown darkness. "A dozen, from all sides," Alex whispered. From the shadows emerged glittering cat eyes from all around. The painted warriors came away from the shadows as one. They were human-like with large ears and sharp oval eyes. They stood barely chest-high and took stealthy steps forward with spears and bows at the ready. The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable.

Shadow spun, claws raking across a rogue’s throat, leaping over another as she commanded the warriors, her mind-link a constant hum of tactics and encouragement. But there were too many. The rogues swarmed, their madness driving them forward despite the traps, despite the death around them. Shadow lunged at the largest rogue, one almost the size of a bear, its fur matted with blood, its eyes empty of sanity. They crashed together, claws and teeth tearing, mud flying.

As the fight raged on, I managed to grab one of the Shadow Fang Pack warriors and pin him to the ground. I glared at him, my eyes blazing with anger. "Why?" I demanded. "Why is the Shadow Fang Pack attacking us?" The warrior sneered at me, but I could see the fear lurking in his eyes. "You have something we want," he spat. "Something that will give us the power to dominate all the other packs."

Valeria’s POV Everything came back to me in a roar—the smell of sweat and blood, the howls of injured Shifters, the screech of metal against itself, or metal against stone. I looked around me frantically. The majority of our warriors were on the ground, clutching their heads, suffering under the werecat’s vision spell. They were nearly helpless. Screams and groans filled the air. An unfamiliar cry came from the woods across from us, and I spun around to see dozens of werecats running towards me at top speed, clearly coming to attack.

They might have been the worst pack to me and made a lot of my life difficult but as The Shadow wolf, it is my duty to serve and protect my fellow wolves. I stepped closer and put the call hold and looked at the guy’s furious faces. “NO! Absolutely not, Allison!” Papa Jamie warned, shaking his head; I looked into their eyes and saw fear and anger for me. I sighed loudly, “Guys… Mother Selene bestowed me with the honour of being the Shadow Wolf; it is my duty to assist and protect any and all werewolves.” They sighed in annoyance,