Warrior Cat Covers Novels & Stories

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

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.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

He does not look like a wolf who almost lost his pack job. Joe's heart thumps very fast against his ribs when he steps out of his wagon later that night. He wears a dark red tunic made by Moonveil Designs and matching red lip wax. The tunic has a high cut on the side and a strong warrior neck. It is supposed to make him feel brave when he walks into the enemy's den, but he still feels very nervous.

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.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

a churlish Warrior named Campbell asks. The other Warriors glance sideways at him, the looks on their faces matching mine. We do not question a direct order from our alpha. Beast immediately comes to the forefront but Marinah responds before I do. She's dressed in her Warrior gear that allows for a quick shift to Beast. With her heightened human strength, she doesn't bother. She picks Campbell up by his throat, tossing him over the hellhounds and into the cage.

the male asks while he walks over to one of the wooden lock boxes on the edge of the bunk beds. With a free hand, the male elf opens up one of these boxes that perch on the tip of the bed. His fingers unlock a small leather latch in its centerfold. The contents inside the box are other scrolls from Catarina’s beloveds such as her wife and daughter she had back in the Jakalorn kingdom. Others came from distant clanmates and friends that she made along the way before the events that took place at the arena. The sound of Cat’s voice rings through the nearly empty space of the fox hold that they are in. She sounds almost prideful with the pitch and tone she displays. “Marvix is doing well enough

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.

he added. "Yet, I fuck up and walked out like a coward," he finishes as he let go of my hands gently dropping it. I opened my eyes just a little to watch his movement. He was taking off his clothes, first he took off his royal robe, flinging it somewhere different. He then proceeded to take off his dress as he unbuttoned it to reveal his chest. Gosh he was hot and I couldn't take my eyes off. His muscles were firmly built, even his pack was pronounced and I wanted to so badly trace my hands on those scars and hear the stories of how he got them.