Drawn Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Glossary: Primum venari = first hunt - Machaera leonem = saber lion *~~~* Viper watched in utter annoyance and anger as the tholus shift into the obstacle of death. He was well aware that whatever his mate faced was not going to be easy, but he hadn't known his uncle would go all out in such a fashion. His earlier rage with the older male only intensified. Only those titled as elite honored warriors ever used it to train.

I muttered, rubbing the spot she had flicked, and walked towards the door. Priya face was filled with concern, “you are really burning up,” she said in a serious tone. “I’ll be fine, let’s go people watching,” I said, deflecting from the conversation. “more like Hades watching,” Priya snorted. The sound of swords and grunts could be heard from a distance. The chants and cheers accompanying it. Werewolves were creatures of nature, and drawing blood was a strong bedrock of our existence. Warrior practice was like a gladiator game, each warrior fighting to ascend higher in rank until they met their final challenge, fighting the alpha of the pack.

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.

He was one. Massive, motionless, and terrifying in his stillness, the warlord looked nothing like the court's whispered portraits. His armor was made of scales—real ones, black and dark crimson, char-bound and ancient. They looked as though they had grown from his skin rather than been forged. Long hair, coal-black and streaked with silver, hung unbound around sharp, beastlike features. His eyes… Her breath caught. They glowed. Not gold, not amber. Firelight, caged behind the thinnest veneer of humanity. When his gaze landed on her, she felt it like the kiss of an open flame.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

“Wait, I’ll draw it for you.” The elf went inside again. Alarick stood there in his combat armor and black fur cloak, helmet hanging in one hand, waiting. Always waiting, for his elf. When Erriene came back, he had a piece of parchment in his hand and a fresh quick drawing of a plant. Alarick took it from him, and looked down at it when Erriene suddenly tiptoed with a hand on his armored chest for balance, then he felt Erriene lightly touch his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

I see our warriors fighting the rogues. As I stare at the screens another chill rolls over me. Those are not all rogues. Some of them are warriors from my old Pack. They have come for me and managed to break through the borders. I look to another screen and see a large black wolf fighting. From the size, I assume that is Jackson. His wolf is stunning with a shiny black coat.

Then he saw the rust colored fur and the gleaming teeth of the werecat. 'Impossible,' Gelok thought, his eyes widening. 'She can't be . . .' Red had flesh in her teeth, blood on her tongue and punishment on her mind. She had forgotten what it was like . . . the difference between a fight and a war. A fight is a clumsy thing, reserved for back alleys by people with lead pipes and pistols. A battle . . . that was where warriors shone. Battles were chaotic, but there was a serenity about them. Battles were where what you did mattered . . . it was where wars were won.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.