Warrior Cat Character Generator Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Chapter 98 Germaine stared at the five warriors who had just come from the werewolf realm. One minute, she was talking with Storm, and then the next, the five of them appeared in the signature Charlie's angels pose. It was the same move Storm and Keratin always pulled whenever they were in fight mode. They were introduced as Verag, Crag, Croton, Mulag, and Numa. Introductions were made all around, and they clasped hands with everyone. When it got to Germaine's turn, she marveled at the strength that flowed from them.

They stood back to back, waiting for an attack from the unknown darkness. "A dozen, from all sides," Alex whispered. From the shadows emerged glittering cat eyes from all around. The painted warriors came away from the shadows as one. They were human-like with large ears and sharp oval eyes. They stood barely chest-high and took stealthy steps forward with spears and bows at the ready. The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable.

All the men were huge, well built killing machines, while even the women were muscular and looked like they could hold their own. Despite her dislike of one particular Eastern warrior, Elaina had to admit that she was impressed. "Powerhouses." Jumping Elaina looked to Christopher who had snuck up beside her while she was immersed in watching the warriors. "Well, for the most part." Elaina responded begrudgingly. Christopher chuckled at her words. "Don't let one in particular ruin your view of the rest." Bristling Elaina crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not that petty."

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

By the time you're a candidate for the warrior program, you are lethal. Training here starts early and is mandatory, so no younglings are defenseless. Our sentry warriors and trackers are the first lines of defense against attack, alerting the troops. We have a diverse community of all kinds of shifters and a few humans too. Most patrol warriors are lion or wolf shifters, as strength, speed, and stamina are needed to take on a breach from the Shadow clan. They are relentless as the only clan who doesn't want peace and cooperation.

When war reached the northern border, she abandoned all three to save herself. She never learned what they could have become. Ronan could hear movement through a blizzard. Kael could strike faster than most healthy warriors even with one damaged wing. And Ash was not a common cat shifter at all, but a rare lynx whose strength would terrify far larger beasts once he fully matured. Selene saw three useless burdens. I saw three warriors who had never been given the chance to survive. Golden light wrapped around her and carved the Blessed Female fate into her body.

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.