Warrior Cat Code Novels & Stories

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

He turned his void-black eyes toward us. "Get inside!" he bellowed, his voice a distorted growl. He pointed a clawed finger at a heavy reinforced door down the hall. "The code is 4-4-Alpha-9! Go!" A team of four more mercenaries rounded the corner behind him, raising their net launchers. "Kai!" I screamed. Kai didn't turn. He dropped to all fours and charged, a runaway train of muscle and rage. He slammed into the mercenaries, scattering them like bowling pins.

The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

I assure him, but his frown said otherwise, he's not happy about a little being around. "Okay," he says, not meaning it really. The rest of the drive wasn't that long, I connected to my alpha asking him how things are going, we were almost there. 'The kitten agreed for us to become her cg' Mathew, my alpha tells me the best news ever.

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!”

The danger of my best friend being right upstairs somehow ignited something primal in both of us. “Stay quiet,” Kael growled softly against my ear. His deep voice vibrated through my whole body. Then he started moving again, slow at first but completely relentless. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in with controlled power. The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy echoed softly in our hidden corner of the basement. I bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle my moan, tasting the salt on his skin while my nails raked down his tattooed back.

Another woman frowned, unable to understand this. “I told you guys to go up the path. Go up the path guys. Why can’t you all understand?” Skyler was speechless as his hints were so obvious. He did not expect that Orchid and the others would still struggle to understand. “It’s not the Goddess of War, but we need to think higher? Could it be…” Orchid frowned and soon smiled bitterly. “Could it be the Supreme Warrior?” “That’s right!” Skyler smiled indifferently. “The person who’s looking to hire bodyguards is the Supreme Warrior. The one and only strongest person in our Cathysia army, the Supreme Warrior!”

A fat orange cat trots over, meowing when he sees us. “This is Neville.” I pick him up and he instantly starts purring. “The half-cat.” Smiling, Archer holds out his hand for Neville to sniff. Deciding Archer isn’t a threat, Neville rubs his face on Archer’s fingers. “I can see why you don’t want to give him up.”

The light coming from the fireplace was throwing a shadow over his pale face and it made his hair look darker. It looked the same as when it was wet- like deep red velvet. The lord was sitting directly on the floor, still in his full suit. He was running his hands through Cian's thick fur and the white hound was resting peacefully next to its master. Callum looked up surprised upon hearing the door open. "Oliver?" "Uhh, I heard something, so I came to check if everything's all right."