Warrior Cat Character Creator Novels & Stories

I’d rather slit my own throat than be Tyson’s mate. It was after a few minutes of the wolves stirring that he appeared ... Alpha Gunner. He jumped on top of a picnic table, still in his human form, but the aura emanating from him was enough to make anyone in front of him submit. He was very tall and fit, he had dark brown hair that went just to his shoulders. He was unbelievably good looking, there was no she-wolf that didn’t gawk at him. It was very hard not to take in his perfect body, and I had seen all of it in its glory.

"But...there is a bad news as well Thora" I pull back to look up at him. His eyes lowered as he whispers lowly. "Queen Charlotte. She has challenged you for a fight in 2 weeks." Colour drains from my face...as I stagger back. That bitc*! This is her plan...she plans to kill by doing this. This is not an opportunity...but a suicide mission. Charlotte is known to be the best female fighter in the world. Making her earn the position of the werewolf Queen. Her wolf one of the strongest.

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

"Lions. tigers, panthers. Werecats don't have ranks. Pride leaders are chosen according to their ability to breed. They have multiple mates. One can have up to six female mates. That's what makes a pride. Tigers and panthers are lone hunters. Just one of them can cause the kind of damage a small pack can," "So, why not just use a werecat instead of us?" "We're loyal. We follow orders to the point. We allow the alpha to lead us. Cats don't have that loyalty. They're powerful on their own. They're rare and very well-guarded. My mother thought that warheads were the future of shifters. She used my sister's and my father's alpha DNA to reactivate ranking in warheads. "My father wanted to start s

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

"It could be—if the Alpha abused it. But here? Everyone has a role, we pay omegas fairly, no one bullies anyone. Everyone contributes to the pack." Sounded nice. But I wasn’t sold. There were always people who abused power in subtle ways. I didn’t say that out loud though. "What’s your rank?" I asked instead. "Warrior. Beta blood," she said proudly. "Do you train?" "Yep! Been building muscle ever since I got my wolf." She grinned and flexed. I laughed. "Impressive." She beamed. When we reached her wing, she gave me a grand tour, brimming with joy. It was adorable. Like I was visiting for the first time—even though I designed it. She seemed genuinely surprised at how well it turned out. I did

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

While she assumes the position, the staff that seamlessly molded with her transformation is placed down beside her and those glowing green eyes revert to a stagnate green. “Thank you, my king, for this opportunity!” Her voice comes out humbly like she is trying to appease a father figure. Malakai darts those red orbs down to her and gives a nod of approval rather than scorn. Volde stops in his tracks and he narrows his eyes on the woman in question. Though his stern look is out of rage and jealousy rather than approval and gratitude. That mighty voice of the king reaps through the air and causes the crowd to go silent. “Stand gladiator and tell me your name.” The elf takes a moment to gather