Erin Johnson Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

He was a large, burly man, his face twisted into a snarl as he fought off the last of the shifters. I shouted, “Don’t kill him!” The shifters pulled back, giving the man space. Arthur shifted back into his human form, his eyes locked onto the warrior as he stepped forward. Arthur demanded, “Where is Alpha Johnson, Lilica, and Tom?” The Dark Moon warrior sneered, his lip curling in defiance. “I swear my allegiance to the Dark Moon Pack and Alpha Johnson. I’ll never betray them.” I felt a surge of anger rise within me, a dark, consuming force that threatened to overwhelm me. I stepped forward, my eyes fixed on the man. He flinched as he met my gaze, but he held his ground.

Kat jerks awake whimpering and I quickly comfort her. "Jonathan ",she whimpers. "easy baby I got you",I'm holding her as my warriors run in ready to fight. How the fuck did she slip through our patrols?

Mark stepped forward, his authoritative presence commanding attention. “These warriors don’t recognize you, John,” Mark said, addressing me. “I’ll have to introduce you properly.” I nodded, understanding the need to maintain my alias for now. Mark turned towards the warriors, his voice steady and confident. “Gentlemen, this is John. He saved my life during our hunt today. I vouch for his loyalty and courage.” The warriors exchanged glances, their gazes assessing me from head to toe. One of them, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, spoke up. “We don’t just let anyone into the mansion. The Alpha forbids it. We need to be sure.”

One of the warriors whose name I had learned was Dereck, came straight to me. "Luna, are you hurt?" His eyes roved over me and landed on my reddened cheek. I had forgotten about it but now it was stinging a little and hot. I was sure Theresa's handprint would be there. I shook my head. "No, but I hurt them." I pointed to John and Theresa. John was still crying, only now he was begging for a doctor. Disgusting excuse for a man. One of the warriors picked him up by the neck and dragged him out of the house while he screamed in agony and blood dripped from the many wounds I had given him.

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

The journey back to the AirPack had not been Pleasant. Alpha Hercules had been barking orders at the slightest inconvenience this caused. The Warriors had tried their best to get out of the Alphas' way and ride at the back of the crowds with Martin While Audrey rode among the Warriors. Hercules wanted to have his mate by his side. Even though he was irritated by her status, having any other man handle her is what he wanted gone from his mind. but he could not do anything about it. because at the end of the day he did not want any of his Warriors or his citizens to know that his mate was a worthless servant.

His eyes burn with the same fury that was in Shawn's face moments ago. Cole is already shifted beside me—his wolf dark brown with flecks of gold. "Hrrss!" They snarl at each other, sizing each other up. Both furious and completely beyond reason now. Oh Goddess, someone needs to stop this fight... The head warrior—a tall man named John with a scarred jaw—steps forward immediately. He raises his hand, commanding and absolute, I think he is about to intervene. "Warriors. Stand down," John calls out, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Let the Alpha teach this outsider a lesson he won't forget anytime soon."

Not in a bad or sexual way, of course, only in the way that makes them cry for their mommies. "Good evening, everyone. I would like to introduce you to my mate Jessi who is also one of the newly recruited warriors," Wyatt says, and I see the shock on their faces. "No wonder she made it through. She's the king and queen's pet and your mate. There's no other reason a female wolf would be a warrior." One of the men says, looking me up and down. His mate smirks next to him. She might not be so smug if she could see the way he's staring at my cleavage.

He locked his emerald green eyes onto her hers and bowed his head in acknowledgement. Shan’s purr rumbled through her chest, vibrating in a way that made Jaiyana’s skin tingle. She ran her fingers along his thick fur, marveling at the sheer power contained in each muscle beneath her touch. Even as a creature she had long trusted, Shan’s presence carried the weight of a predator—majestic, dangerous, and utterly devoted. Warriors froze mid-step, their swords lowered slightly, eyes wide with disbelief. Few had ever seen a weretiger in full manifestation, and many had forgotten the legends of such creatures altogether.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.