Drawn Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

RILEY POV Raden placed herself in front of me and growled. “you’re not supposed to be up here without Ryder’s permission.” She glared at him. “And I know there’s no way in hell that he’d give you permission to be near HIS mate! So, you need to take your douche bag ass outta her!” She snarled at him. Damn, she’s gonna be a warrior wolf to contend with when she gets older. “CONNOR!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

The golden glint in his eyes made my blood burn. “Alpha Kael,” he called out, voice carrying over the clearing. “This is your last chance. Step aside. She belongs to me.” I stepped forward, body tense. “She belongs to no one but herself. And I will not let you take her.” Damon’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Then you leave me no choice.” The first clash erupted before words could continue. Two warriors collided in the center, bodies twisting, claws flashing. The sounds of the fight spread like wildfire. Growls, shouts, the smack of fists and claws striking flesh, the sharp scent of sweat and fear.

His wolf whines loudly to the warrior's teeth plunged into his body, he needs to get away before his bones are crushed for it shall happen it can render him helpless. It is a game for catch for them both, eyes prying looking for visible weakness to take advantage of. Claws scrape the open underbelly of the warrior with a surprising swiftness drawing blood Deimos extracts it only to plunge it deeply once more, the male howls with misery falling to the grass floor for his underbelly is cut open the insides in sight.

After absorbing enough blood beads, they would be able to level up their skills. At that moment, the Black-scaled Tiger looked like a wolf in a rabbit den. Fane quietly observed everything the tiger was doing. It reached out its massive claw and struck at a warrior before it opened its bloody mouth to rip the warrior's throat apart, using its natural-born technique to take the warrior's life.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

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.

His cat - a deep shade of red with eyes that glow like demon dogs – mercilessly maims and kills until he stands above me hissing and snarling at the other males whose hands had touched me. Arik steps forward, the king of the Pride baring his teeth and roaring back at my mate. My heart stutters and fear swirls when they pounce on one another. Crimson’s form doubles in size and the rippling red of his fur that coats his cat, glistens under the glow of the moon and the tip of the dawn’s first light. The witching hour. Like fiery flames flickering and licking, his fur dances and flares with each movement as they lock in a brutal battle... An enigma is what he is, and I’m captivated by the power

The air hung heavy with anticipation as I scanned the battleground. Immediately, my senses tingled, and even Leo, my wolf, stirred with a heightened alertness. Alpha Draxler surfaced through the front entrance, a formidable figure flanked by three warriors on each side. The scene unfolded in a tableau of power and foreboding, a moment where the clash of titans became inevitable.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"