Novel & Cerita Warrior Cat Cover

Viktor scratches his brows with his thumb. Oh! so he waa nervous again, he looked so cute doing that. "Let's get started then" saying that he opens my wardrobe and come face to face with his own photographs, some smiling, some fighting, and one in the suit which he wore for Alpha ceremony, that I have pasted on inside of the wardrobe door. "Ohhh!" He exclaimed. I shut my eyes tight, biting my lips. "I..I want to be a Warrior like you someday" I told him looking away pretending to collect my things.

Natalie POV The three Gamma warriors advanced slowly, their heavy boots clicking against the bloody floorboards. The narrow, iron-reinforced corridor offered no room for escape. "Don't touch her!" Catherine roared, stepping forward to block them, but the lead warrior ruthlessly brought the hilt of his sword down across her temple. Catherine gasped, the silver dagger slipping from her fingers as she collapsed onto the floor, unconscious. "Luna Catherine!" I cried out, stepping forward, but two pairs of heavy, iron-gloved hands instantly grabbed my arms, pinning me against the wall.

Everyone unconsciously looked in the direction of the smell of urine. They saw that the Curtain of Night was organizing the second-in-command of cigars. He was so scared that he peed his pants on the spot! Terrifying! Seeing that the cigar master was scared out of his wits, Catie was completely stunned. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Warlord Albert, are you really not joking?" "Although you are a legend in the military world and an undefeated God of War, our Nightfall Organization is not to be trifled with!"

It depicted her sensuality in the most enthralling way, accentuating all the curves she never knew she had, and also announcing her status, showing power and strength. She thought she looked like a medieval warrior with a Catwoman vibe. Adriana; her mother’s hired beautician, stepped forward to clip a hooded coat around her shoulders. It wrapped around her like a blanket and held together on her left shoulder with a golden brooch of the Pack’s emblem of a wolf with jaws wide open. And now she looked like a warrior princess. "It's… Perfect," Eirika said in almost a whisper. Adriana curtsied with a bow and quietly left with her team.

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

She could see the sweat pooling in his upper lip as he loosened one sleeve and let it fall to reveal a quarter of his chest where there was an angry black mass. Yan Sha balked. "Ning Zhuo, doing something like this will not get me to marry you." The inky lion on his chest was one caught with a rabbit in it's mouth as it shredded it to pieces. It was fresh and hastily done in a method that looked almost common. What gangster could turn down a prince with gold to do business. It was so disturbing that he had even thought that doing something so permanent would prove that his intention was true.

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

Haunted. “I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering. Before Jo could speak, one the warriors opened the door to the carriage, bowing. “We’ve arrived, Alpha.” Jo stepped down. The Wind Warrior Pack territory looked like something out of an old legend, stone towers spiraled into the sky, a beautiful crest on top of the highest towers. A woman approached, wrapped in deep blue robes and bearing the crest of the Wind Library, a swirling spiral with a single feather in the center.

~~~ ~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