Warrior Cat Covers Novels & Stories

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

She was dragging her feet. Pomelia was forced to face War and she continued to look down, twisting her trembling mouth to the side. "When mates are close to one another they secrete a certain scent. You both are secreting something different. You two are mates." "I am capable of taking care of you," War consoled her as his mate silently cried. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't reject her. He needed her... "I am...I'm sure you can W-War...I just want to serve the goddess, I don't want to be with a man," she sniffled as Warren frowned. Well, he definitely wanted to be with a woman, specifically her.

He thinks about her, knowing that she is safe back at home, even if she is made at him. He never wants her to ever see anything like this. Leaning down, he picks up a shirt to go with the size too big athletic shorts that he found laying on the ground. Neither garmet matches but at least he is no longer naked. All the warriors that shifted to fight are looking for clothes to cover themselves. “Heath?”

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

Hazel's POV Alpha Matteo kept chuckling at how scared I looked. Forcing my eyes to open, my jaws suddenly dropped at the sight before me. The newly initiated warriors’ bodies were painted with what looked like red human blood. Their hair was decorated with wild bird feathers, cowries, and small bones, with bold white chalk marks under their eyes. I looked at the girls and noticed they were wearing small dresses made of dry leaves, soft animal skin, and ropes of grass, covering only their pubic areas.

Being Wolf Fall’s Alpha, I made it my goal to keep every non-werewolf and backstabbing wolves, out of our land. Sorceress Thelma was supposed to create a barrier that will keep other creatures out, but I don’t know how she got Mom and I to listen to her own idea in placing this nonsense and useless barrier that does nothing but feel the presence of every creature! Like why?! This isn’t what Wolf Fall needs in an era like this! Now see what her barrier has caused! A werecat has stepped into our pack! And looking at this beast… “It’s a Tiger. Damn! It’s an Alpha Cat!” I identified the Werecat through its strips, as it emerged fully into the light, growling at my guards and I. Mostly at me.

Specklewing, a tortoiseshell she-cat, asked. She was the last cat to receive her warrior name at the gorge. The other apprentices were jealous of Specklewing since she had received her warrior name, but they refused to show it. Birdkit knew that they likely resented Emberstar for leaving the gorge in the first place. She couldn't necessarily blame them for wanting to have their warrior names before they left the gorge. It doesn't matter where we receive our warrior names, a small voice silently reminded her. As long as we receive them and protect the Clan at all costs.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

She went to her car, made Liam sit on the passenger seat with Pomy in his lap and drove to a nearby animal hospital. Liam had been crying all the way to hospital, she had tried her best to reassure him. The vet told her that they would need to keep the cat until she recovers, her internal organs were damaged. "They have to keep Pomy here for her treatment. I'll bring you tomorrow to meet her. Let me drop you home," she told him and meanwhile Yara arrived there with the credit card. She didn't have enough money to pay for the treatment of cat, therefore she had called her.

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.