Leaders Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Though if they were here to help, I couldn’t give less fucks what they dressed in. The hulking, loin cloth-wearing man who seemed to be the leader let out a massive and impressive roar before shifting into the most majestic lion. Even my cat bowed down to his massive size and superior aura. His roar shuddered through my cats’ ears and through the enemy like a wave. His men followed his lead and shifted, all lions, all huge and powerful. A coalition of beautiful werelions. They shook their manes and leaped to join the fight. Even with the werelions coincidently coming to our aid. We were still outnumbered.

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

“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.

Brody tugged me into a tight hug, both of us hissing out in pain. "Aren't you friends with Jarrett's girlfriend?" Miranda, the second winner asked. "Not anymore," Cassy quickly answered and they both laughed together. Brody rolled his eyes, pulling me to sit next to him as the highest ranked warriors made their way into the tent. Four intimidating weres stood in front of us. From their ink, scars, and glares they radiated intimidation. "Ready, pups?" the leader spoke. She wore a brand that curled around her right cheek bone of a dagger, signifying her status.

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

I see that he didn’t lose very many of his warriors during the war and one of those speaks up now, “Charles is one of the best leaders I have been honoured to work under, besides you, Alpha. I would still give my life under his leadership.” “Here… Here…” comes the echoes of reply throughout the warriors. “Right, let's move out. Charles, you know where you lead the way.”

She ran even faster when she smelled blood, which meant there was some kind of battle going on. Hera arrived at the end of the alley and noticed two enormous wolves in the middle of the vast grassland. The black wolf, Esteban, is on top of the gray wolf whom she recognizes as his lover, Marcus. Esteban is significantly larger than Marcus, putting him at a disadvantage. Hera yelled angrily, "Esteban!" She then instantly transformed into a wolf and snatched Esteban by the back. She pulled him away from Marcus who was now bleeding.

I burst into their apartment and came to a hard stop. In the living room, Cairh Moirant's family was seated amongst others and right there in the middle was Cairh, holding onto the hand of the beautiful redhead female next to him, Anya. My heart stopped. Anya? She was nearly pack royalty... her father was Beta to the recently deceased Pack Alpha. I stared at their entwined hands as I stepped forward, my chest hurting so much it felt like my heart was bleeding itself out of my body. "Cairh... what is going on?" My voice shook despite my resolve to remain strong.

"…Are you going to make them your contracted beast and use it on me instead?" "I don't have any other choices." "…Very well, child. I will give you my daughters if they choose to follow you— and here's a warning… they are several times stronger than their parents as they were now. Especially the cat— even if the snake and leopard add up it wouldn't be enough to stop her if she's serious." "If that's the case, don't talk to her or even meet her these days." "Why…?" "I don't think the cat is stupid— she would dare to start a war because you are the one supporting her."