Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

His eyes gleamed as he spoke, as if the words carried a private resonance. Last, he drew attention to a pair of smaller pieces — warriors etched in profile, each flanked by stylized tigers, their stances defiant, almost supernatural. “These images,” Mahisar said, lowering his voice, “speak of men who drew their strength from the tiger itself. Whether metaphor or myth, they suggest a belief that power — true power — was not merely inherited or learned, but taken from the wild, absorbed into the very soul.” A hush fell over the group. The artifacts were ancient, fragile, but in Mahisar’s telling, they seemed to pulse with something alive, as if the past had teeth and claws waiting just beneath

If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. “If you'll excuse me, I'd like to take my boyfriend along with me.” She huffed and snorted but quickly masked it with a neutral expression. “Of course.” I dragged Clinton out of there and towards another carved art section. I ignored him as I touched every beautiful carved art I passed. One was of a man with a bow slung over his shoulder, dressed like a hunter. Another was a boat with two fishermen, and suddenly I stopped before a carved female wolf transforming. I had to pause as I traced a hand on it, looking at it in amusement. I didn't know humans knew about us, as I always thought they believed we were only real in movies and books.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

He had a direct line to our Moon Goddess and would know what her plans were for me. “I love Gavin and want to remain with him. Sure, the thought of becoming a warrior Goddess sounded grand and something that I definitely would have agreed to earlier, but now I had my mate and wished to remain with him and our two pups. “Gavin, don't let me go,” I said softly and he nodded. “I won't,” he growled and squeezed my hand. As we walked through the trees my mind was filled with information about fighting and unique forms and styles of the art.

I said, looking at the next guy. "Come on," I said, calling him. He was holding one sword, which made me drop one of my sword, to fight with him. "Please note that your enemy will not be as lenient as me to reduce my weapon, the more for them, the advantage it is," I explained. "You should have let us use our wolf form," he complained. "And why would I?" I asked. "Because that's how we were trained, if I am using my wolf mood, I am more confident to win you," he replied.

I had asked Chance, our Shadow weretiger to join me since he was an excellent tracker. I trusted Chance and I knew he was a closet, hopeless romantic like me and River, even though he had the whole badboy, warrior persona going on. There weren’t a lot of tigers so he could really put out whatever kind of image he wanted. He had all kinds of different female shifters throwing themselves at him all the time. He’d actually dated a panther for some time but I guess it didn’t work out.

Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier. What would Cavbendish be, I wonder, sketching his face as I ponder. Something sleek, elegant and deadly. I try doodling him as a shark first. Sharks are sleek and deadly, and they are elegant too, in their own way, but they’re too, well, primitive. They were around at the same time as the dinosaurs, I think. A big cat suits Cavendish better. A panther or a jaguar or something like that. Lounging around looking like an expensive cologne advert, while being ready to spring an ambush. Hidden claws inside velvet paws. I try a few sketches. Big Cat Cavendish on his back legs in a suit, with a top hat and a cane. Cavendish with his