Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

"I see why no one has been able to grasp these runic drawings. It makes me wonder whether whoever drew this was simply an ancient graffiti artist who left a bunch of worthless art on some stupid walls in a stupid wall for stupidity's sake." He sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair, briefly holding them on the back of his sandy-colored head before lowering them to his side. Catherine sat blankly at her computer, hoping she could do something else. Ben's gaze was now roaming, searching around the old library as if the answer could be found in the old brick walls. His head came to a halt as he stared at a gigantic painting affixed to a column that rose all the way to the ceiling. A L

Why was he so capable and was able to get all Nine Great Gods of War to join his wedding ceremony? A person suddenly flashed through her head. This person had on a dragon-shaped mask and was a stronger master than the Nine Great Gods of War. This person was the strongest master amongst the entire Cathysia army. This person was the Supreme Warrior. All this while, nobody had ever seen the Supreme Warrior’s true appearance. Was it possible that Fane in front of her was the Supreme Warrior? “Is...is it possible that you’re my idol, Master Su...Supreme Warrior?!”

Dodging he extended his wings as his smile turned into a frown. "You really are going to be defiant to the very end aren't you?" He asked snapping his fingers. The two dark warriors that had arrived with Rathial began to advance on Elaina. Moving she flipped over the first one and wrapped an arm around his throat. Growling she began squeezing. The warrior easily grabbed hold of her wrist and began to twist causing pain to shoot up Elaina's arm. Yelping she let go losing her balance just as the other warrior snuck up behind her knocking her out.

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

He leaned over me, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in, his face a hair from my own, “can you tell me honestly that you need those 2 years, will it make you any better of a warrior to know how to wait tables, or to work as a body guard to some starlet?” His eyes were full blown obsidian as he stared into my eyes, his scent swirling around me. All I wanted to do at this second was kiss him, not only because he was my mate, not only because he was driving me into a sexual frenzy with how sexy his ass is right now, but because he was right. I don’t need to learn how to wait tables, or do I need to work as anyone’s bodyguard to be the best warrior I can be. A smil

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.

And this thought is given by a nagging pain somewhere under the heart. The lamps cast strange shadows on the walls. Glare fell on a large cracked canvas depicting a battle. Because of their movement, it seemed as if the people on the canvas were coming to life, looking with cold, understanding eyes straight into the soul. One in particular: a tall red-haired warrior with wide red stripes on his shoulders. He held a spear that almost fell from his hand in a deadly flight, but he did not look at the enemy, but at the viewer. There seemed to be some condemnation in his eyes. Or not? The light changed again, and the warrior's gaze became completely indifferent.

Lily looked at Amity, then turned to Elias and said: "I told you, I don't know martial arts." "I'll teach you." Amity stretched her arms out in front of her, her eyes closed, her mouth saying a spell. Suddenly, around, many thin streams of light like smoke gathered on her hands, white smoke sparkling like silver streams forming crescents on both hands. “It's amazing!” Lily gasped at what happened before her eyes. Up until now, she had only seen such things in cinematography, or magic. Amity held two scythes and swung them to create beautiful light streaks in the air. The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior.

Alexander He gritted his teeth as he studied the image of his lycan above the marbled mantlepiece. The painting was done by a royal pack member, Paul Cezanne in 1858. The worth of the art was invaluable like the artist himself. No matter how much he tried to relax, it was impossible. His wolf was snarling and roaring in his head, wanting blood on his sharp canines. The blood of the enemy. A fucking necromancer. He will tear him piece by piece by nightfall tomorrow.

He wanted to see what kind of blueprints he'd be able to receive for this simple job. On the other side of the telepathic call, Shiroa was currently in an NPC restaurant in SC Pier City, sharing a table with someone. Before Shiroa sat a handsome man in plate armor, identifying him as a warrior. This warrior possessed short brown hair, similarly to Guardian Knight, but wielded a giant battle-ax as opposed to the sword and shield that the latter uses. Naturally, this player was Blade Warlord. At the moment, Blade Warlord looked a bit run down but he was still capable of captivating others with his looks. Seeing that Shiroa was no longer speaking and was staring off into space, Blade Warlord sp