Novel & Cerita Snow Kit Warrior Cats

Few of them remained, and a cluster of three or four stood at the far end of the room with their heads bowed, either in fear or prayer. "What now?" Sam roared. A warrior knelt before him, his hair clutched in Sam tight grip. "You call yourselves the best White Wolf's Clan warriors? Why are you tucking your tails now? Are you fucking scared of us?" He twisted and slammed the warrior face into a nearby wall, again and again until blood smeared the surface and the warrior face caved in on itself. Melo chuckled. "Pitiful, pathetic authority. Who would have known their weakness was always the people? The very same people who committed crime against them! Their kindness will be their sweetest down

Jake shook himself and turned back to face their challengers. It appeared he was right. More than half of the warriors who had been in wolf form were slipping quietly into the bushes. His lookouts were sending images back to him of their retreat. They were definitely heading back the way they had come, not fanning out to attack. Suddenly there was a shifting in the ranks alongside the house and Jake turned his head to see ten of the visiting Highland warriors stepping out of the group to make their presence known. The red-haired one stood in front of them and proclaimed loudly, “I am Beta Patrick of the Highland Pack. On the authority of our Alpha we support Cloud Lack Pack’s claim that, in

His smile seems to get bigger at my mentioning my love of snow. “Well you should come visit some time then.” I blush at his invite as someone approaches us. “Hunter?” A small growl comes from Gunner and I look at him confused. “Sorry to interrupt but we need to go. Warriors from Winter’s Moon are on their way.” “Shit,” Gunner and I say at the same time. “Get home safely Katerina. Promise me?” “Uh..I promise.” He brushes his hand along my cheek before kissing the top of my head. I hold my breath as I don’t want him to stop, let alone leave.

author pov Kane knows that something is not right with his cousin’s death. They are missing something and, whatever it is, it would prove that Katia is still alive somewhere. Nathan deserves a lot of things, but not the punishment that Hyperion wants to give him. Nathan is punishing himself and the packs are punishing him even more. The wolves in each pack can barely hide their contempt for the Alpha of Snow Moon. The Snow Moon wolves have always lived by the werewolf code set down by the moon goddesses themselves. On top of that, the Snow Moon wolves always pride themselves on the compassion they have for others of all kinds. They had similar beliefs to what Snow Moon is building now for th

I smirked "Elena, come here, and we can avoid this war." James wore a confident smile. The audacity of this man. "Sorry, but I don't feel like going back to a cheating man and a jealous sister." I smiled coldly Lykan raised his hand in the air, and they strummed the drums. That signaled the war. "Attack." Lykan howled. The black mountain Warriors didn't hesitate and ran towards the Northern Range Pack. I jumped into the chaos, I could feel lykan behind me. I pulled out my dagger and plunged into the heart of a young soldier. I punched on in the face and slashed his friend on the neck. Then threw him over my shoulder and sent him to his creator.

Around the packhouse, bombs were in place, and Duncan intended to destroy it. Ari cursed under his breath. It would not satisfy him until he knew Vex was in the packhouse. He snuck around back and leapt through a window. Shattered glass sprayed everywhere and Nikau shook it out of his fur. Naren came running down the stairs as two Hoh warriors surrounded Nikau. His lips curled back in a snarl, showing his canines as his ice-blue eyes fixed on them. He dwarfed the warriors and killed them both before Naren could react. He stood frozen on the steps, looking pale. Ari leapt onto Naren and pinned him against the steps.

I hedged, glancing around for a way to cover my tracks, “I have… I have heard about snowball fights, though.” His eyebrows shot up. “Oh?” “Yeah,” I said, smiling up at him. “One of our Warrior Wolves found her mate in the Rivertail Pack. He walked all that way with only the bond and the stars to guide him. He was the one that told us about them.” Ares dropped my hand and shot off the path, gathering a lump of snow between his palms. A broad grin pushed at my cheeks; I ducked low as he flung his snowball at me, scrambling to gather snow of my own to launch a counter-attack.

“I didn’t really get the chance to think too much on my one night get away. But I do know I feel drawn to you.” Skylar’s eyes seem to brighten. “But I also know I don’t like that people have died at your hands.” Skylar’s eyes then dimmed from the previous excited brightness. “It’s my ranking as the warrior of the pack, Princess. I know it’s not an ideal trait to have in a mate but I will protect this pack as well as you.” “Are the people you’ve killed at least bad?” Cheyenne asked, dreading the answer. Skylar nodded, slowly, almost as if he were insulted.

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

Pack warriors abandoned stealth in favor of overwhelming violence, their wolf natures emerging as they tore through Brotherhood defenses with claws and fangs and focused rage. I led the charge toward Tara's position, my rifle forgotten in favor of the more personal satisfaction of hand-to-hand combat. I moved through the warehouse like a force of nature, my injured shoulder forgotten as I cut through anyone who stood between me and the woman I loved. I found her pinned down behind an overturned table, three Brotherhood operatives advancing on her position with military precision. She was returning fire with borrowed weapons, but I could see that she was running low on ammunition and options.