Warrior Cat Covers Novels & Stories

WUSH! The warrior appeared from behind the fire fountain with a dramatic appearance, he was wearing a helmet that partially covered his face, but his eyes and lips were still visible. This NPC warrior was wearing silver armor, complete with a long sword and a blue colored shield, both of which were rare weapons and protections. "Rare level weapon! Hmm just as I thought!" Li Wei rejoiced when he saw the warrior's appearance. His hands began to move to form a seal, while he began to cast attack spells - those long spells.

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

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.

“And I don't look forward to telling them today. There is a matter of urgency that has brought me here this early.’’ Hercules answers beckoning for his beta who comes forward. Martin moves forward immediately and the two warriors move behind him both Karen wooden crates of wine and a third warrior yet another crate in his hands. and they placed them on the ground. Alpha Brandon remained to look at Hercules with confusion and curiosity. His eyebrows furrowed expecting an answer or at least an explanation from the man. “In both discrete crates are the most expensive fine wines in all the lands. In the third crate you will find the best hunted raw meat prepared by my Warriors. Well washed and s

And would take this just as seriously. Within 30 minutes after leaving the conference room, I was down on the field where all the warriors from each of the factions were. I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of Fae that had arrived in full warrior gear. From the looks of their gear, they always went out in full garb. From head to toe, they were dressed in some sort of deep brown leather. Their head gear was some sort of brown cap like for baseball, or maybe trucker. They had dark green long-sleeved shirts covered with a deep brown leather vest that was laced with string of leather. The only thing that did not look odd to warriors was all black cargo pants paired with black combat b

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

They were held down with force to the ground and were surrounded by vampires who tied them up. Coby squatted in front of one of the warriors and asked the warrior to tell him any top secret or information he knew about the werewolf kingdom and the Reapers that would aid the attack of the vampire kingdom on the werewolf kingdom. The warrior spat on his face and insulted him also saying that he does not know anything and even if he does he will never tell him anything, not even the slightest bit of it.

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

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

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."