Novel & Cerita Saddest Warrior Cat Deaths

Many more had slunk off bleeding and nursing their wounds. The laughter and slurs that were tossed around made me even angrier. They just lost a huge amount of their wolves, but no one cared. No one saw just how strong he was. Just that he was now dead. They had taken down an Alpha, but none of them deserved the glory they were giving themselves. Dad hadn’t even shifted back into a human, they couldn’t even make him do that. He died a warrior, and I hoped that whoever lived today, it would be ingrained on their soul.

Fane looked at Jackson helplessly, saying in a cold voice, "There's no way anyone will be let go. Just think about it. The warriors from the second-grade world are using cruel methods that can't be tolerated. If the news gets out, what will the warriors from third-grade worlds do? "They'll definitely team up to go against all the warriors from second-grade worlds. Then, things won't be good for them in the future. To stop something like that from happening, there's no way they can spare anyone. The slaughter game has a high death rate in the end. The warriors from third-grade worlds have a sixty to seventy percent chance of dying. "If it got any worse, it'd be seventy or eighty percent. As l

My personal guard said to me. “How many of them survived?” I asked him as tears was starting to fill up on my eyes. “Two hundred and fifty warriors went to war but I am so sad and heartbroken to said to you that only thirty warriors survived.” He said to me with a sad voice. “Noooooooooo.” I thundered as tears fall of my eyes. “Nooooooooooooo, they can’t just be killed like an animal.” “This isn’t fair!!!!?!.” “I am sorry, My Alpha.” My personal guard consoled me as he was coming to where I was standing.

One of them left determined to find his family while sadly the other warrior took his own life when the grief became too much. "Fuck!" echoes around the room as everyone processes what she just told us. I look at Bonnie on my lap and just the thought of being without her guts me and that's before I even begin to imagine how it would be if we had pups too. No, I can't think of that.

It was a wound, one I couldn’t ignore. “She was our kingdom’s secretary or as you call them in packs, beta.” Peter gripped the steering wheel firmly, while he spoke. “she died in the recent war against our rival kingdom, the Shadowfang kingdom.” My heart sank with sadness as he spoke. I placed my palm on his muscles, rubbing it gently to calm him. I think I can relate to this somehow, from the moment I was rejected by that asshole, Daniel. I felt like a piece of my life was taken away as my mate had died, and I had no hope of finding another.

I had only come with my gamma and delta. “Listen, Thyron, let's not do this. I know you are pained about the death of your mate, trust me, I'm pained as well, but then, this shouldn't be the way out. I can make it up to you in some other way.” Thyron burst into laughter at my words. Now that I looked closely at him, I could see the sadness in his eyes. He still hadn't moved on from the death of his mate. And I doubt he ever will. The death of a Werewolf's mate is the worst thing that could ever happen to a werewolf. It is so fatal that it causes one alive to go feral.

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

I said and he burst out laughing like a maniac “The chaos is yet to begin once the missing piece is found then you all will burn” I stabbed the blade straight into his heart and all of a sudden there was silence. “More useful dead than alive” I hissed. “Dispose of the body” I told my Beta and he bowed “yes alpha” I couldn’t get my mind of what he said, hat’s if half of it was not bullshitting, what the fuck is the missing piece? I went to my office. The warriors were dying and our numbers had reduced drastically. My wolf was still not talking to me. He only came out when I was training or during a fight and as if all my problems weren’t already enough, Marlene walked in.

I leap clear across the floor and tackle both of the wolves at once, tearing out their throats. One tries to come back to life. I can see the impressive healing potion doing its work. The wound in his neck stitches itself back together while the warrior gasps for air and blood bubbles out of his mouth. I feel bad for the warriors. They are here on their Alphas’ orders, dying for a cause they didn’t even know existed, dying so their Alphas could cling to an empty promise of power and riches. This time, when I rip into the healing warrior’s throat, I make sure he’s properly dead.

I ran over to her and her child was sitting next to her. " What is it?" I asked. " My mate. He mind linked me. He said goodbye. He said that he wasn't going to make it and that he loved us." She managed to say through her cries. She knew that her mate was dead. She could feel their bond break and I sat on the floor holding her. And one by one others fell as well. We were loosing warriors. Warriors with families. And I knew that it was because they wanted the white wolf.