Warrior Cat Character Creator Novels & Stories

The ultimate Alpha. The Alpha King. They think him god. He is respected like one. He is feared like one. They call him god. Because, he is a crossbreed between the two most powerful creatures. He has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf. He can take the form of a mountain lion or a werewolf. Or a man. Why? Because, he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion. His name is Wolfariane Daminor Throne.

Yet instead of taking the time to do that we were busy sorting through the many applications for attendance to The Warrior Academy, that we had rightfully named it as we did not want to limit the education to only Alphas but lunas, warriors, omegas, Rogues, Vampires, Fae, and even slaves. The applications that we were receiving were for Alphas, and their entourage. But we had chosen several applications for Luna’s. We even had a few applications for daughters of Alphas. It was much easier to fill the woman’s side of the building as there weren't as many applications for females as males. Yet choosing the right set of males was proving to be difficult as we had to conduct thorough research to

But he, of course, wasn’t the one that birthed him. Even if he had been a woman, he wouldn't have birthed Alarick. Because the Warlord had to be on field, he also couldn’t afford to be hurt or die easily. It could be the death of their empire. So their family came from a legacy of children born by frost giants from a warlord’s blood. If the child was born a woman, the giants took her away. If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

he asked with a soft sigh. Trisha grinned. "Not a one. Here, I can help you answer so you end up on my side, okay? Just pick what you want and I'll take care of the rest." Kanda nodded and Trisha made all the adjustments to his character he wanted. A handsome elf with long white hair and amber eyes soon smiled up at her. He had a bow slung over his shoulder, and trap sacks at his waist. Kanda had decided on a hunter character. "What are you going to name it?" Trisha questioned.

A magical being escaped into this world and took the form of a magical silver cat named Aladdin. His only mission was to cause chaos and disturb the order of this World meant for only ordinary humans. The Silver furred magical cat, bit into its first human, creating the first Warlock, a human with magical powers. An evil Warlock who quickly used his gifted powers for his gain, evil deeds and to put curses on others. Bringing delight to his creator, the mischievous and sinister magical silver cat. So, Aladdin continued to bite more humans, creating more Witches and Warlocks. Only choosing the evilest and bitter ones who had grudges and wanted revenge on others.

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

Catarina was losing her battle - and as she approached age 26, the Ikapati Tribe kept demanding she choose a husband, an Aswang Warrior, who had done battle against the wind spirits and rival Tikbalang hordes, who fought over Domminga Mountains for terrain. But Catarina had never been entranced by the wiles of men: they were coarse, hairy, dark skin like cacao, rough thumbs that left her breasts aching as if they were devoid of milk. When she kissed her boyfriends, she felt dead, so she lived alone in her adobe castle, made of clay and crystal, fronds of banana and palm branches like a lattice in the roof, and she tended Ikapati's Peace Gardens, trying to change The carnivorous ways

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.