Apprentice Ceremony Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

"These are the prize screenshots from the first competition. Anyone who wants them can step onto the platform." The host smiles meaningfully. "Only the first two people on stage get to compete." Finally, another beta warrior and I stand on the platform, ready to begin battle. The host says nothing but smiles, then displays a text introduction. I suddenly realize what it is. It's a detailed description of the key moments from mine and Damien's wedding night. The night of our mating ceremony. Because we completed the werewolf bond that night, we were both wild with passion.

The beast moves with terrifying speed, its eyes fixed on a group of warriors who have foolishly tried to stand their ground. I watch, my heart pounding, as the creature lungs at them, its claws slicing through the air. The warriors fall, screaming at the top of their lungs. I fear nothing, knowing it can't hurt me, being my mate and all. Is that how Lycans' look like when they shift? I am impressed despite myself. "Shall we attack, Commander?" a voice is heard from one of the warriors. "Hold your weapons at the ready, do not attack until I say so!" Titus bellows.

"Noelle, I apologize for being late. Is the ceremony over?" I smiled. "Horatius, there's no hurry. The ceremony has been called off. The she-wolf standing beside Cassian is the Luna he has chosen." After listening to me, Horatius froze. Before he could say anything, Cassian shouted in a fury, "Stop spewing nonsense to my father. If you had just sworn to the oaths, none of this would've happened." Iris rolled her eyes. "Only fools would agree to that condition!" I sighed. "Cassian, as Alpha of the Moonfall pack, how could you be so naive? Think carefully. Who was the one who kept trying to anger me, so that the marking ceremony would be called off? When that happens, who would benefit the mos

Because of the reported rogue attacks the training is sped up, usually it would take few months. "On this day, standing infront of me are the new brave warriors. Who will protect the peace and order of this pack. In this ceremony we will honor them for completing the training and preparing themselves to sacrifice their lives for the betterment of our pack. As the Alpha of DarkMoon pack, I hereby declare these trainees as newly appointed pack warriors. May the moon gods guide you in your journey. Congratulations!" Iris stood upright with the rest of the trainees her eyes met with Eris' red ones. She couldn't describe the deep emotion within them. The ceremony was fast and every trainee was ha

Amara was already awake when I opened my eyes. She stood near the mirror adjusting the ties of her light training tunic. When she noticed I was awake, she turned toward me slightly. "The arena ceremony is today," she said. The fourth day of the Seven-Day Alpha Ceremony. The day when warriors proved their strength in the fighting arena and Alphas selected those worthy to represent them. The entire kingdom would be there. I sat up slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Give me a moment," I said. Amara nodded.

Silas felt his blood boil with anger at the sight of his old nemesis. Stiles used to be part of the wolves Alex trained when they were growing up. They never liked each other and were competitive. Although, because Alex focused of Silas more than any other wolf, Stiles could not best him in a sparring match. Still Stiles was very good as a warrior wolf. He was also ambitious that he left the clan and went to form a rogue pack of his own. No wonder they fought without honor, Silas thought. They are just like their leader. Well, it’s just going to be like old times then… Silas was wrong.

I called out, “before our banquet officially begins, I’d like to present something special. A glimpse of the future under my chairmanship.” I nodded to a guard by the main doors, who blew three short blasts on a silver horn. The massive oak doors swung open, revealing rows of uniformed wolves standing at attention. “Behold,” I announced proudly, “the elite Sapphire Sky warrior formation. The finest fighters in ten territories, trained personally under my supervision.” At my signal, the warriors marched forward in perfect formation, their armor gleaming under the lights. Each carried ceremonial weapons—silver spears and moonstone daggers—that sparkled dangerously.

Cassy smiled at him and she bowed her head to show him that she was very grateful for all his advice, and so, before leaving she went to retrieve the cauldron. Once outside, meanwhile she was trying to find her way to the distribution center, she heard a familiar voice calling her and when she turned around she saw that it was Ronan. She stopped to wait for him and then she asked him surprised, "Aren't you in class?" Ronan laughed heartily and explained to her, "Unlike mages who start having classes when they reach level 5, warriors are free to train as they wish from their 5th grade, the theory being acquired, it is up to us to choose the means of training that suit us the best to improve o

When the shadows walked out of the palace, they changed into warriors wearing black armor. The ten warriors knelt on the ground at the same time and said, “Greetings, Master.” James was bewildered by the scene. Looking at the warriors kneeling on the ground, James asked, “What’s going on?” One of the warriors at the front responded, “You have completed the test and reached the Eighteenth Level. According to the rules set by the previous master, you’re the new master of the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone.”

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.