Human Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

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?"

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

We stay like that for a good minute before he turns around to snarl at the trees. Between two oak trees, a pack of werecats yowls at us. Their bodies are entirely human except for the hair covering their skin and their faces of different cat species—some look like lions, while others resemble tigers or panthers. Their chests are bare, muscular, and hairy. But what they all have in common is the ready-to-kill expression. I brace myself, ready to summon flames. But unfortunately, they outnumber us. Victory seems hopeless, which is why I find it endearing that Blake appears unwilling to leave my side—he is standing so close I could touch him.

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.

The warrior lunges at me, but I sidestep with ease, my movements fluid and confident. He tries again, a flurry of claws and fangs, but it’s like fighting a shadow. I dodge each attack, my reflexes honed to perfection. With a quick swipe of my paw, I knock him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. A chorus of awe ripples around my pack warriors, their eyes fixed on me, their alpha, with reverence.

He'd reached Catherine. I arrived to find them locked in combat—Dante's obsidian wolf against Catherine's brown wolf, both evenly matched. Our warriors had engaged Catherine's personal guard, keeping them from interfering. "Catherine!" I called out. "This doesn't have to end in death!" She broke off from Dante, shifting to human form. "You're right. It ends with your surrender." "Never." "Then we fight until one of us can't fight anymore." She shifted back to wolf form and charged.

"I was with Yara we have a test tomorrow. I was preparing for that." "You know how horrific incidents are happening out there and you alone drive the car late at nights." He was all set to scold her. "I would be careful I promise." She walked into her room but she could not sleep even after trying. The image of the cat kept coming in her head and soon a tear escaped her eyes followed by many. She sat up in the bed and let her eyes cry. She made up her mind that she'd get those bastards behind the bars and pay for their cruelty.

DK asked. “One of the warriors had a pet cat,” I started to say, and the expression on DK’s face made me smile as I confirmed the irony. “I know know. What can I say, she’s a cat lover. Anyways, her mom came to identify her body and she came along with the warrior's cat. The cat escaped from the mom’s arms as she fell to her knees and found out that her daughter was dead.” I know that DK was smart and I have no doubt why he was able to put the pieces together with no problems at all. This is why I was not surprised when he said,

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

she moved away from me and stared out the window, leaving her back to us. He chuckled, “it’s fine, she’s most likely still feeling the effects of the drug, by all rights she should still be knocked out for at least another 10 hours, it’s the normal recuperating time for warriors, well that’s what our research has told us, but she seems to be at the recuperating time of an Alpha for some reason, strange,” he rubbed his jaw. He finished his exam of my vitals, looked into my eyes and rubbed his jaw frequently, shaking his head and repeatedly sighed only mumbling one word, “interesting.”