Apprentice Ceremony Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Or told herself she had, which came out the same most nights. The ceremony went the way it always went. Elders called names by bloodline, oldest first, and one by one the unmated wolves crossed the open ground to where Alpha Kade Voss stood beneath the birch arch, close enough for him to catch a scent, close enough for the Goddess to say something if she had anything to say. She never did. Not for anyone Wren had watched go up there in five years. She was still watching some warrior's daughter make that walk when Sable's hand closed around her wrist, too hard.

When his gaze landed on her slender wrists and her coarse, defenseless gown, he let out a scoff of unbridled contempt. “Has every last member of the Silver Moon Clan lost their mind?” the scarred examiner snapped, tossing his quill down onto the table and leaning back in his chair. “This is the registration for the Warriors’ Tournament, not some playhouse for spoiled noble brats. You can’t even shift into a proper wolf form—what, you here to deliver your own corpse to the death division?” The burly men in line erupted into raucous, jeering laughter at once. “Run on home to your needle and thread, little girl!”

He leaned over me, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in, his face a hair from my own, “can you tell me honestly that you need those 2 years, will it make you any better of a warrior to know how to wait tables, or to work as a body guard to some starlet?” His eyes were full blown obsidian as he stared into my eyes, his scent swirling around me. All I wanted to do at this second was kiss him, not only because he was my mate, not only because he was driving me into a sexual frenzy with how sexy his ass is right now, but because he was right. I don’t need to learn how to wait tables, or do I need to work as anyone’s bodyguard to be the best warrior I can be. A smil

“thank you my King” “Alright, now that those announcements have been made, we will do the pack joining ritual here and once you’ve set your mating ceremony the official link will be established, Alpha Aaron, I think it would be best for you to do Carsons for now and Cory you can do your mates’ I will do the official one at your mating ceremonies”

Once they were finished eating, a ceremonial dance was performed before his father stood, and had the pups and Viper make their way to the front of the room where the maiors were seated. His pater called out each pup's name before announcing that they'd all been accepted to train with an maoir on the home planet. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a sense of pride. His class was the first where every pup was accepted. It was a testament to his teaching ability. Once the acknowledgments were finished, his pater dismissed the pups but asked Viper to stay. He withheld a rumble of curiosity. "In light of recent achievements," his pater spoke. "Entire class promotion, and slaying an alph

He then left to head to the pack house to meet his mate and Rae's maid-of-honor, as it were. As I waited for the ceremony to start, I was greeted by our allies. They congratulated me then took their seats. I, however, did not expect to see Alpha Kentwood here. "Glad that you could make it to the ceremony! How is everything going with the training?" Alpha Kentwood shook my hand. "I wouldn't miss it for the world! Everything is going great. Your warriors are incredible. I am pretty sure that in a couple more months my pack members will be expert fighters."

Ceres (voice rising): “Now they’ve taken what’s mine. My mate. Your prince. They crowned a puppet in his place. A brother forged in lies. And they think we won’t answer.” Young warrior (stepping forward): “They’re wrong.” Ceres: “I’ve seen what’s coming. The palace will not fall by sword alone. But by truth set on fire.” Old Elder (reverently): “Then let the blood burn the lie.” Ceres (unsheathing her blade): “Mount your wolves. Sharpen your flame. We ride with the moon.” The Bond Awakens Maera’s inner chamber. Ceres kneels in a circle of burning herbs. Maera’s hands hover above her head, chanting in an ancient tongue—the air shimmers. Time bends.

After the fiasco ended, I told my colleagues seriously that I'd never date anyone. I also told them to stop concerning themselves with my personal affairs. As far as I was concerned, she-wolves should prioritize their careers. Men and relationships, on the other hand, should get out of my way. Arnold never appeared after that, and I figured he must have returned home. My career gradually took off. After successive court victories, I was appointed the chief legal officer of the Burning Flame Pack.

The stone was cool against my back despite the furs, grounding me in the reality of what was about to happen while the stars wheeled overhead. "The Breeding Ceremony begins," the High Priestess announced solemnly to all assembled. "Kael, war chief of our people, you will take her first as befits your station." Kael stepped forward from the line of warriors, his massive cock already fully hard and jutting proudly from his powerful body. I watched him approach with eager anticipation, my pussy clenching instinctively in readiness for his invasion. He was the war chief, the leader of all our warriors, and it was right and proper that he should claim me first.

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”