Warrior Cat Code Novels & Stories

A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.” “Mason,” I greet the werecat who was one our best warriors back in MacTire. “It is good to see you, I did not realize you were still here with Tawny?” “I requested to stay with her, sir.” He said giving me a short bow. “Who are your friends?” He questions lifting a dark brow.

she wondered. "I think we all need to talk," she whispered, gesturing between him, herself, Birdpaw and Reedriver. The silvery RiverClan warrior was curled up between Acorntail and Frozenfoot. Spruceleaf narrowed her eyes at the sight. It was forbidden for cats to fall in love with someone outside their Clan. That part of the warrior code had always been engraved in their minds since leaving the nursery. Yet, she couldn't help but look away. After everything they went through, it made sense for everyone to feel closer than ever during the journey.

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

Adrik was the last one back in the main room of the warehouse. “Go on ahead. We will get back on our own. We want to make sure we burn this shit hole in the ground. No one will ever be victimized here again.” Adrik said after looking briefly down at the sleeping form in my arms. Gently touching her forehead, he leaned down to her, “You will never have to fear this place again.” He said before turning around and motioning for his demonic warriors to follow him. I watched as each of the warriors allowed their hands to build a ball of flames. Adrik was the first to lob his ball down the hall to the door that held my sweet hell cat. I didn’t hesitate to walk straight through the portal knowing t

Quinn said, cursing. Quinn was our councill demon, he was millenniums old and there wasn’t much he couldn’t do. I shot my gaze at Fiona, the council witch, her eyes were white and she was shaking. I dashed to her and held her, she was freezing. After a few seconds she went limp in my arms. She was still alive but barely. “Isaac, immediately order ALL Warriors home, by my orders!” This motherfucker dared to come into MY HOUSE, MY HOUSE and pull this? My own warrior, going against, ME?! Against his brothers, against the council?!

You said I was unfit to be a warrior; prove it. The shock on his face morphed into anger, and he charged towards me like a bloodthirsty bull. I dodged his charging body effortlessly and kicked him in the shin. A strangulated sound left his lips, and as he fell to the ground, it gave him another kick in the jaw. Blood splattered across the floor, and he fell on his face with a thud. Ten seconds. That's all it took to put him down like a dog with a big bark and no bite.

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

I tried to concentrate, but my finger was throbbing. The Elder pulled out the large, thickly-paged book and thumbed through it to find his desired page before clearing his throat. "Do you, Caroline Blair, hereby declare, on oath, that you absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any pack which you have heretofore been a member?" He asked, reading from the book. "Yes," I answered. "Do you, Caroline Blair, so solemnly swear that you will uphold the codes of Pack Possente Lupo set forth by this council, its Alpha, its Beta, and its Gamma?"

"Jason, don't think people don't know the truth. You can't even write basic code! That award-winning project—from design to implementation—was done entirely by me!" The hallway fell silent. Everyone stopped and stared. Jason's face shifted from white to red, then from red to green. "The patent and the award are already mine. What can you do about it? Touch me and my uncle will make sure you can't even beg on the streets of this city!" I sneered back. "Why don't we write an algorithm right here? Let everyone see the real skill level of our so-called Technology Innovation Award winner." Panic flickered in his eyes before turning into rage. "You dare threaten me? Do you know who my uncle is? On

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************