Warrior Cat Cover Novels & Stories

Leo’s POV I heard the loud clatter of a tray landing on the floor. It was so loud that it made Nova and myself startled. The maid let out a scream and ran out of there. We both quickly ran inside only to see Miss Warrior laying there motionless. A few minutes ago she was there standing firmly and asking questions to the maid with the sharp look she always wore. And now she was laying on the ground, limp like a puppet without any string. My breath hitched, as I stood there like I was frozen. My body was not able to move, my mind couldn't make sense of what had just happened. Miss Warrior wasn’t supposed to fall. She has always been strong. She never stood behind but in front of others.

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

The maids made some coats and heavy robes for him but none quite compares to the warmth he felt when he draped the warlord’s fur cloak around himself. He supposed Alarick had hunted the animal and tanned the hide himself, he’d be vain and proud like that. The soldier at his side pointed at a lady selling yarn and all kinds of strips and he approached her, her eyes shining bright when she looked up. He smiled softly at her and pointed at the red-wine strip of silk tied to one bar on the counter, and she started to talk fast Maudinian language about how he could take anything he wanted. He took the strip and gave it to the soldier holding a basket of the things he had bought- which the soldier

Now humans and wolves would mix, sometimes they would visit our town and sometimes we would visit them but as we had a peace treaty, no one weather human or wolf could be harmed by the other. The museum took my breath away the moment we stepped in. I marvelled at all the antique weapons and armor they held that dated back to our ancestors. An old shield from over 250 years ago. Journals from wolf warriors and human soldiers that had fought. There were swords held in place on the walls, each one with its own little plaque underneath stating what year it had come from and where it had been found, even what battle it had been used in. Battle plans were kept in glass boxes, to be seen and not to

They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed. There! I saw him mere meters away, fighting a rogue wolf. The rogue getting the upper hand, or so I thought, I ran to go help Crimson and stopped when he leaped up and bounced his feet off the wall of the building, shifting mid-air, in the most fluid of ways and into the most captivating were-cat I had ever seen.

As she squinted her eyes, she could see moisture, like oil, glistening all over his bare chest. The animal wrap-around skirt was taught around his waist and his legs showed the bearing of a warrior. His hair was long, flowing, and free. Perhaps his best features were his piercing eyes which had not left her face. It seemed he had been staring at her the same way she had been doing to him. From beside Germaine, Ennie sighed. "My lady, I can now understand why you could not wait to see your mate, he is sooo handsome and a warrior from his stance, and-"

Their mouth formed onto an angry scowl. "You got some guts to intrude in this place!" One of the wolf warrior uttered grittily. A smirk formed in his lips. Only his mouth is visible from the black cloak that wrapped his whole body. Slowly, he took his hood out of his head. A clattered of swords clanking on the hard ground as it reverberated deafly. The warriors hold releases their gripped on the swords unknowingly from the terrible nervousness they felt from the presence of the man they knew well.

So we fought together, each of our kingdoms coming together to face off against the Vampires, witches and freaks who would rather see the world burn than to accept that we had already won this war. At some point during the battle I was pulled away into the caves of the ocean where I could hear the Atlantian princess wailing. I was surprised as I watched a vampire coming at me with super inhuman speed before a large black cat came leaping from a connecting cage to tackle it into the wall before ripping its throat out. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face knowing that the werecats had come to the rescue of the Atlantians in their time of need.

Just keep going Liv. *Author's note: This is the third book of my Shadow Warrior's series and it is not meant to be read as a stand alone book. The order of the books are: The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf and then The Warrior's Demon Mate. I have also just uploaded Alpha Ridge which is a stand-alone book and gives insight into some other characters you met in the Shadow Warrior series. Thank you for reading!*

I wonder at that for a while and conclude it must be because of their beta, who is also sitting at this table for some reason. I take one look at Beta Fen of the Ironclaw pack and try to analyze him. His scars speak of battles fought and won. He's wearing a leather jacket and there are no sleeves, his arms are on full display and they are riddled with scars. He's a fighter for sure, but he's also something else. I take a closer look and beg my mind to notice that thing that feels just out of reach. His hair catches my eye first. It's tucked behind one ear, and made to fall over the other and down the shoulder of that ear. Warriors wear their hair cut close, or at least in various short style