Drawn Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

“I will only give this choice once. Join me or…” The Mane, knowing that she had no chance against the creature behind her, whimpered and surrendered, Nathaniel retracted his claws, releasing her throat and allowing her to turn and face him as she kneeled at his feet. In a low roar of defiance, half a dozen Cheetah warriors fight their way to their feet before being subdued by the Vampire warriors nearby. Hunter extends his claws again, not caring whether the warrior is male or female he moves fast, stopping in front of each warrior, and plunges his hand into their chests as he leans in close whispering.

one hissed. “Spread out. Search everything.” My lips curled into a grin. I raised my hand, signaling my warriors. They waited for my command, tense like drawn bows. And then, I dropped my hand. “Now!” I roared. Chaos erupted. Bloodclaw warriors stormed from the shadows, slamming into Draven’s men from all sides. Steel clashed, claws tore, roars shook the night. The surprise was ours now. “Don’t let Draven escape!” I bellowed, slicing through one of Draven’s men’s throat with my claws. “I want him alive!”

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.”

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

Drawing her sword she readied herself for the attack. The wall moved slowly taking its time to torture her. More flames blazed around her lighting the faces of the duio warriors that were coming. All their faces seemed to be grey and slowly decaying, some having holes in their cheeks and jaws, bone showing through. Their mouths hung open revealing rotted teeth. Their eyes stared blankly ahead, glazed over and unseeing. Bile rose in Elaina’s throat as realization crept in. These warriors were not of the living, they were Ekek.

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

**** Alpha Draven's rouge pack*** After the human ladies were whipped and taken out, A heavy iron door creaked open as a warrior stepped into the cold stone chamber. The smell of blood lingered in the air. Draven. He sat with one leg over the other, his fingers tapping the armrest thoughtfully as he gazed into the roaring fire, mask covering his face. "They're preparing for the tournament," said the warrior who had just entered. He dropped to one knee. "Pack after pack is gathering. They're calling it the Tournament of Unity."

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"