Millie Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

"Oh... and dinner starts in an hour. All the warriors eat together." My eyes widened. All of them? "I... I don't think I'll come. I'd rather…" "It's mandatory." He cut in sharply. I forced a smile. "Fine." I slung the bag over my shoulder before lifting the buckets. "Thanks." As I walked away, I could feel his eyes following me. My wolf giggled. ‘You could've at least wished him goodnight’ I sighed. Were all wolves this annoying? Or was mine simply… She completed it. ‘Different’

Melanie shifted to her wolf form and fought defending herself. Two more warriors arrived and joined in. Melanie was getting overpowered because there were too many of them fighting her at the same time. One bite down at her back leg sinking his teeth deep into her flesh making her whimper. She turned and tried and get that one off her leg while the other bite down on her front leg.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

“whose cat is it?” Elliot questions, narrowing his eyes at Milo. I panic as if I've been placed onto the hot seat. I schooled my features in front of the mirror a hundred times last night. I know what to say but I can't bring myself to be confident. I knew Elliot would ask this question. My Milo is a big cat. The small white spot near his head sets him apart from other cats. Elliot had played with Milo that day. Of course, he remembers Milo.

Millie clenched her fist before finally pushing the door open. Once again, Winston's sorrow-filled voice came from behind. "Why does it have to be like this? What is it between us that we can't overcome? Millie, you're such a coward. You don't even have the guts to try!" Millie bit her lower lip tightly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as an intense ache throbbed in her heart. She was a coward, so what did that make him? "Yes, I am…" Millie started to say, but she didn't finish her sentence.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

Well, I guess I'll have to tell her the truth because she always knows when I'm lying, and she hates it when I do. She's the only friend I have in the entire pack. She's already transformed and is a beautiful omega. Her fur is golden, and her eyes are dark brown. She has a sweet and fiery personality, but that rarely surfaces. Her wolf's name is Lilica. She's very rebellious against the injustices committed against omegas. She's also very funny. Milly is six years older than me and no longer needs to attend the academy, but like me, she hasn't found her mate yet. It seems I'm not the only exception to love among wolves.

The sound of her name seems to bring her back to her senses. “Uh, I'm Milly, I'm here with my sister in law.” Milly carefully says and Margaret doesn't make fun of her oblivion, she only offers a huge smile. “your cat is really pretty.” Margaret says and I sigh, this girls were really exhausting me. What are they? Six? “Thank you.” Milly slowly answers back, her smile coming back in full force. “Her name is Micah.” Milly offers instead. Margaret asks for permission to pet Micah and they go ahead to keep doing that for the next few minutes.

The teacher and his assistant discuss the match, before calling out the winner. Millie goes up against the warrior secondly, and I have to admit it’s a tough battle. I absolutely hate seeing her receiving punches. I am twisting in my seat in discomfort with each punch she receives. Millie does finally get a firm hold of the guy at some point, and she pins him down. Phew. Maxim and I both breathe out a small sigh of relief.