Millie Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

“Sir Warren, can you get me some cayenne powder? It’s time to make the punishment more interesting and agonizing; interesting for us, agonizing for them.” Raelynn requested politely, making sure to lower her voice. Only the three men could hear her; Raelynn made sure to keep her victims in the dark. It was a surprise for them for not cooperating with her. Although she was the Commander of the battalion, the two men beside Laurier was more capable and experienced than her. She respected them, without putting an air of arrogance in front of them.

, Millie chuckles and also lifts her glass, and toasts with me. Millie is the youngest one of my recruits, she was only seventeen when I asked her to join us. She is a renowned hacker, there is no system around that she can’t gain access to. She had gotten into some big trouble, trying to swindle one of the Mafia families, and she got caught. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I will make it known she was under my protection, and no one would touch her, in return she would work for me exclusively. She accepted without thinking twice, since then she has become like my younger, annoying sister, whom I love to death.

ARTHUR & MILA “Father!” Arthur exclaimed, feeling appalled. “When you are of my age, you will understand. This filth,” he spat at the floor, “woman nothing more than a beggar, can never be your queen!” It was perhaps the repetition of the words ‘filth’ and ‘beggar’ that triggered Arthur, as he said, “Mila is a werewolf, father, like us. She is an alpha already. She is ruling the former Keats kingdom, and very successfully. She is,” he inhaled heavily, “of a pure bloodline. Of a powerful ancestry, and is a true alpha!”

The moment I knocked on Millie’s door, it swung open as if she was already waiting there, her ear practically glued to the wood. There she was, decked out in baggy flannel pajama pants covered in tiny cartoon cats, and an old band tee that had definitely seen better days. Her hair was piled high in a messy bun, held up by what looked like a chopstick. No pastel makeup, no judgment, just Millie, exactly who I needed right now.

Millie's tears soon caused Mollis to cry too, she didn't know why but her sister was crying, that wasn't good, Callina decided to take her chance with the younger kitten. She took her out of Mathéo's arms and went on the search for new toys to play with, they had tone of baby toys Emily haven't touched yet, they could share them. Millie was now left with her two meanie daddies, her mommy and sister have bailed on her, that made her cry even more. Jace tried talking to her, assuring they won't hurt her, but exams are a bad thing in her dictionary.

But milo was not done, his extra sharp teeths that was now dripping with saliva found her hind legs, the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by her painful howls. I watched with my mouth wide open at the brutal scene that was milo and millen fight, as it unfolds before me. Millen tried to fight back… tried to use her strength, her enhancements, her decades of combat experience. But Milo was beyond all of that now. He was a force of nature and pure instincts wearing a wolf's skin, and nothing could stand against him. Blood painted the throne room floor. Millen's roars of defiance became whimpers of pain, then desperate gasps for air and futile resistance.

His eyes each time swirled with an emotion I didn’t want to acknowledge, didn’t want to identify but it was always there, when he called me “little wolf.” “Little wolf,” the words fell out of my mouth. Scarlett whimpered, “now you get it, don’t you.” My head hit the pillow, and a heavy sigh escaped from my lips, “I guess being the ultimate warrior isn’t enough to make me truly happy and complete.” I glanced at the clock, 17:55 displayed in bright red.

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”