Warrior Cat Fanfictions Novels & Stories

It was decided that in five years, I would leave my kingdom to become his queen and mate. After the claiming ceremony, I and my parents were returning to our Kingdom when we got attacked by Aardwolves—"a species of wolves who are vile and volatile, they ambushed us and we were greatly outnumbered." These wolves were led by a man called Damien, a popular rebel who shrieked fear in the hearts of people across kingdoms. After surrounding my parents and killing every last of our warriors, I watched him dig his hand into my father's chest and uproot his heart.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

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.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

As the warrior seems to think about this, as I see Alpha Jasper step up and lean in close and whisper, “You aren’t really going to do that, are you?” “Do you doubt my mate, Jasper?” He chuckles, “No, Zachariah. Never! To doubt Luna Yasmine, I would be just as much a fool as the warrior pitching to fight her.” The warrior then looks over at me and says, “I would prefer to see what that female would be like in the bedroom flat on her back and how much pleasure she would give. However, the prospect of leading my own warriors is a good substitute. So let's fight, shall we?”

the guy who they called the alpha came from behind me on his horse, I took a step back afraid of the horse, but I fell on my bum, with him standing above me, I hissed at him. "Don't hiss at me little cat, I'm the alpha," he says in a firm dominant voice, does he think he'll scare me like this? I hissed even more at him, this time he does get off his high horse and moved toward me, I took a step back hissing some more, but then I stumbled and fell on my bum-bum, and the tears started to fall down right away. "You'll hurt yourself Lucifer's heart," he says going down on his knee and picking me off the ground, while I tried to hiss and push him away, but he won't let me go, he kept his hold on

Maisie "well I already know you girls will kick ass and pass" Lola "oh and just think when you do pass...you'll get to use the training camp with all those hot sexy sweaty male warriors" she said her eyes rolling and fanning her face with her hand and we all laughed at her typically turning the conversation to discussing men… well hot men! Lelanna "yea I suppose that would be a nice perk" I smirked back with a wink making us all chuckle. Dakota " well I wouldn’t say no if a handsome warrior wanted to show me the ropes… or take me out on a date...ohh how I hope I marry a sexy warrior" she was literally swooning at her imaginary warrior husband.

The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”