Warrior Cat Cover Novels & Stories

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.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

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.

Either way the howls died down as my warriors stood under the moonlight panting heavily. Kate shifted, her eyes rimmed red, her body naked and bloodstained from fighting with Austin. Yet she glowed under the cool moonlight. She stood tall and proud, her eyes watching me as I quickly stepped towards her. Gathering her cold body to me I felt her collapse into my arms.

Lila sighed internally. Worth asking. The warrior folded his arms. "You traveled all this way for that?" "Yes." "And you expected us to simply hand it over?" "Not really." At least he smiled a little after that. The tension eased slightly. But only slightly. "The pendant stays here." Lila studied him carefully. "Then how do I earn it?" The question surprised them. Eventually the oldest warrior spoke. "There is a cave above the eastern cliffs." Lila listened carefully. "Inside lives a mountain cat that's been attacking our hunters for weeks. Kill it."

"Before the marketing distribution scrolls are officially revealed to the high courts, the design of that imperial prince uniform cannot be exposed to the public scouts." So he is just using his gear to camouflage the vanguard's secret assets, my mind notes, my spine stiffening as I slide his massive, wood-scented blazer over my shoulders. This is the second consecutive time my brain completely misread the Warlord's intentions, and I vow to my inner wolf that I will not let a third mistake happen.