Erin Johnson Warrior Cats Novelas e Histórias

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

Galatrina spoke calmly but with sweat on her cheeks. "I know, and one of them is going to be a pain in the ass." Alucard respond in a menacing way. Hiyojin then looked at the sky. "So we're facing him ha. Leomord, former number 1 of the 1st generation of warriors. If only Teresa is here." He looked down at the ground while sweating. Most of the warriors finally sensed the incoming demons. They braced themselves as the approaching hordes of demons trampled the ground and creating an earthquake within the earth.

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

I said, putting Shu down. “Play nice, Shu.” I warned. “I’m sure your feline and I can get along in your absence.” John smiled, crouching by Shu. “Hello, Shu.” he greeted, reaching out, and I winced. I know my cat, and he hates canines. And well, John is a wolf in human form, to Shu that makes him a canine. And just as I feared, Shu hissed and took a swing clawing John’s hand.

A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.” “Mason,” I greet the werecat who was one our best warriors back in MacTire. “It is good to see you, I did not realize you were still here with Tawny?” “I requested to stay with her, sir.” He said giving me a short bow. “Who are your friends?” He questions lifting a dark brow.

Their shaggy matted fur and sharpened fangs almost caused Warren to blink. “Let's go Archon,” Warren shouted and the griffin aura surrounded his body. He felt the drain on his body more fiercely this time, “How long?” The timer in his mind read five minutes. He looked skyward and Theria looked about finished. “Theria's almost done, prepare to fire,” Warren shouted. The bulk of the Adlets warriors were now close enough to see the whites of their eyes, “Take this you stupid mutts,” Jack unleashed the heavy cannons on their foes, the gunfire lasted for ten seconds, and then clicked rapidly, “Hey Warren...”

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

“Jill, this is Electra. Electra, this greedy thief, is my best friend. We call him Jill.” Electra looked at the large black man covered in black ink tattoos. Just like with the wolves, she could sense his beast inside him. She never understood how she could sense shifters and the different rankings. But just as it so often happened, the two voices that were always with her confirmed what she already knew. He was from an ancient line of Siberian werecats. He was a warrior. The large black man smiled at Electra and stole another fry. “You’re gorgeous. But I’m sure you hear that a lot.”

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.