Rogue Names Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I admit, hearing Kitty shriek, looking up to see Nikki picking her up and carrying her to the lounge near the fireplace. “Romulus and Remus,” Osric chuckles, shaking his head at our excited friends who talk to Benjamin and Ares. “I like that, but I’m pretty sure they’re girls,” I pick up both kittens to verify their genders. “Skoll and Hati, after the wolves of Ragnarök,” Jonathan suggests, peeling his eyes from Roan to look down at the sleepy kittens in my lap. I smile, looking over at our daughter to see she is smiling up at her dads who are giving her all the attention she wants.

“A pack, blood moonlight pack, their Alpha decided to wage war against us” I sighed deeply with deadly eyes looking straight to the eyes of my trusted aide “Who dared try waging war against us?” I asked anger visible in my face. I loved times of war because it meant blood; blood will be spilled to my delight and the slaying of heads. My trusted aide shivered at my words probably feeling pity for the pack who waged the war “It’s Blood Moonlight Alpha, their Alpha threatened to slay away your head in this war” I scoffed at his words, funny enough; someone thought they could stay away my head just like that. Coldness enough to freeze a being alive emitted from my body, I was being angered right

I wasn't even the eldest son; I had an older brother, Tony, who was the future Alpha, but he died the same day as my sister, and the title fell onto me. You see, once upon a time, we lived on packlands, but I was never happy. I didn't like the life that I had. Don't get me wrong, my parents were incredible people, and I was as close to my brothers and sister as anyone can be, but I just didn't want the pack life. That's why I was glad that I wasn't the firstborn son, the future Alpha of the pack. I didn't want any role to be put on me because what no one knew was that I was planning on leaving the pack when I turned 18. I planned on going Rogue and living a normal life.

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.

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

Larry stated with sadness in his heart. "And which of the Alpha would have dared to do so such?" Mason asked, being very inquisitive. "That is the point. How on earth day crossed several rivers to attack our pack. Well, the pack's name is Liberty" Both Leo and Valerie gasped. Leo could not believe it! His father had decided to kill people and take possession of their land? But he continued to think within himself, why would his father become so greedy to take possession of certain packs not within his jurisdiction.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the