Erin Johnson Warrior Cats Novelas e Histórias

“I have fought in the first war, Alpha…I have experience.” “This is different…” “I still have more experience than all three of you combined,” Asher was about to argue, but Logan placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. “How many allies do we have?” Joseph demanded. “WillowCreek, BlueHounds, BlueMoon…” Noah said. “BlackWater…” Catalina responded, her eyes red with fury and tears as she finally turned to face us. She looked so enraged, all that pain she must have felt now transformed into anger.

All the men were huge, well built killing machines, while even the women were muscular and looked like they could hold their own. Despite her dislike of one particular Eastern warrior, Elaina had to admit that she was impressed. "Powerhouses." Jumping Elaina looked to Christopher who had snuck up beside her while she was immersed in watching the warriors. "Well, for the most part." Elaina responded begrudgingly. Christopher chuckled at her words. "Don't let one in particular ruin your view of the rest." Bristling Elaina crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not that petty."

My plan depended on there being some kind of ruckus from a discontented soul, of which there would be many when my wolves saw him dress me up to parade me around in my shame. We wandered through the crowds for almost two hours him and I, listening intently to the stories of battle and enquiring on the healing of wounds. I tried to be as sociable as possible to keep up pretences, though he looked down at me frequently with an unreadable expression. It was hard not to be intimidated by his sheer mass. Even in heels he towered over me and tonight the top of my head still only just reached his shoulder. He was broad yet lean, so chiselled that his pectorals were hard and clearly visible through

Thompson's warriors trained hard and rough, barking orders, mocking those who stumbled, and treating bruises like trophies. "Pick it up!" A sharp voice cut through the air. It was Laron, one of Thompson's loyal dogs. He towered over a younger warrior named Jane, who was on her knees, breathless and struggling. "Useless," he spat. "Get up, or get out." My hands clenched at my sides. Jane looked like she wanted to cry but refused to let the tears fall. She pushed herself up with shaking arms. I stepped forward, unable to hold back any longer. "That’s enough."

One Warrior, who was quiet during the discussion, spoke up, “Alpha, how do we know you won’t step in if the fighting is not going her way?” “I give you my word I will only step in if and only if the challenger changes to their wolf,” I declared. “Fair enough, I’ll fight her,” he walked over to the sparring circle, “Who is he?” Kate asked me in a whisper. “His name is Jake, he is the assistant trainer of the warriors,” I replied. “He is a good choice and a difficult opponent. I hope you weren’t kidding that you were holding back.” I was serious about my comment.

Amongst the confusion of the crowd, the werecats and warriors poised to attack, the murmurs and protests from the other Alphas; a booming voice silenced the crowd. “Your warriors will do no such thing.” The warriors parted again, and a man who might be a few years older than Alpha Raymond walked through them. He nodded to the werecats and then to Nova, who returned the gesture. Behind the warriors stood another few people. Bigger than Black River’s warriors, with weapons strapped to their backs, they stood as motionless as Ezra did. His brothers. That had to mean that… “Elder John,” the man came and introduced himself, reaching his hand out to Alpha Raymond, who, after a few long moments, sh

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?"

“I mean, I have seen him shirtless often but shirtless and covered in sweat is a rare sight. Unfortunately, the air conditioning in our bedrooms are quite powerful so we don’t sweat so much when we–nngh.” My hand covered her mouth, my eyes narrowing to slits. What the hell was she saying? Was she trying to embarrass me in front of my pack members? Despite the anger radiating off of me, her eyes twinkled with mischief. Her hand raised to my chest, her nails scraping gently. Her teasing touch only sent sparks of pleasure to my brain and my body was starting to respond accordingly. “Then, we will go in and begin,” Johnson said, shooing the warriors inside.

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

I immediately moved away as the second warrior came at me. He reached for me but I caught his wrist, twisted it, and used his momentum to force him to the ground. The third came from behind but I spun around, blocked his fist, and drove my knee into his stomach. He staggered, and I grabbed his shoulder before throwing him to the ground. I straightened and looked toward Kael. “Done.” He glanced at the warriors lying on the ground. “Twenty-four seconds.” A smile spread across my face. “Beat that.”