Novel & Cerita Warrior Cat First Book

I wondered, sifting through the dust. “Master, take a look at this,” Kitty called out, gesturing toward a tattered leather book lying in the dirt. I approached it, bending down to pick it up. I blew off a thick layer of dust, revealing the word faint on the cover: Diary I turned to the first page. The faded handwriting read: Today I gave birth to my babies, but one is human and the other is a werewolf... Elora said she would kill them. What should I do?

I'm faster than they expect, my wolf lending me speed, but they're trained warriors and I'm just a girl who's had a few weeks of training with Riley. I round a corner and almost slam into Beta Catherine. "Rogues!" I gasp. "Working with Vivienne! We need to—" One of the rogues catches up and grabs me from behind. I scream and fight, managing to slash his arm with the knife before he knocks it from my hand. His grip tightens painfully, and I feel a rib crack. Beta Catherine shifts into her wolf form instantly, launching herself at my attacker. Two more pack warriors hear the commotion and come running.

assistant"> Aiden POV I've fought rogues. Broken bones with my bare hands. Stood across negotiating tables from Alphas who would've happily ripped my throat out if it benefited them. None of that prepared me for this. Cat is curled against my chest, breathing unevenly, fingers twisted in my shirt like she's anchoring herself to something solid while the heat still rolls through her in waves. Every instinct inside me is screaming. Claim. Hold. Finish what the bond started. I don't move.

Ryder said as he kissed her. "I love you too, my king." This is the end of book one. Please continue reading for Book 2 titled Jessi: The First Female Warrior. Thanks for reading!

Where have I heard that name from? It suddenly clicked to me. There is the story of a brave and young warrior and werewolf that was told in our Luna school. The first female celebrated war hero in the Moon Pack kingdom. She led the war against the Snow Pack and helped secure a victory against our rival pack. Her and the new Alpha King Zemo who was still a young prince at that time were the leaders of the army and they lead it to victory. This was the victory that sealed the King's throne as the new Alpha King. History was not so clear as to what happened to the brave and courageous Althea. It seemed that she was killed in battle or banished, but it never really occured to us to ask what happ

With a blood-curdling roar, the first wave surged forward, a torrent of claws and fangs descending upon them like a living avalanche. Zoe shifted, her body stretching and transforming in an instant. Nila howled as her wolf form took over, a shimmering silver force of nature. She lunged at the nearest warrior, her claws tearing into its throat before it could strike. Hot blood splattered against her fur, but she didn’t falter. To her side, Cassius was a blur of motion. His dark wolf form was brutal and relentless, meeting the Ironclaw warriors head-on. He clamped his jaws onto the shoulder of one creature, shaking it violently before tossing it aside like a broken doll.

I ask, trying to keep my voice level and failing. Then she eyes me up and down, “You’re no timid thing, Caterina. You challenged me, a seasoned warrior and one of the wolves who run at Kai’s flank. That takes a lot of courage, especially for someone who grew up isolated and abused like you.” She says, then reaches out to twirl a strand of my hair around her finger. “I see why Kai is so enamoured with you; you’re beautiful, not to mention that your coat matches his.”

someone yells. Horns blast through the night. Warriors spill out of their tents, grabbing weapons, shifting into action, running. At the forefront, Damian's already transformed into his wolf form, his dark fur blending into the shadows. The rogues crash into our line like a relentless wave. Suddenly, the first injured start arriving before I’m even prepared. A warrior stumbles into the tent, his arm missing below the elbow, blood streaming down his side, soaking the ground. I grab him, pressing my hands to the stump.

Catrina wasn’t going to stop me. Fighting past my pain, I twisted around and dragged my teeth across the bridge of her muzzle. Satisfaction rumbled to life inside me. It only made her angrier, rebuking my attack with a deep bite on my haunch on the same leg she’d mangled my ankle. My satisfaction waned into fear. When she unhinged her jaw, my first instinct was to get to my feet and run from her, but the agony lancing through my leg left me limping instead. I couldn’t outrun her like this. I heard her growling behind me with volcanic rage, felt her teeth clipping the tip of my tail.

The little princess threw Jo an apologetic look over her shoulder. And just like that, Jo was alone again. Her gaze wandered over the colorful chaos of the playroom, until something odd caught her eye. Buried among the dolls was a dusty, battered book. She picked it up. History of the Werewolf World, it read. Jo sat down in a tiny pink plastic chair, flipping it open. The first pages told of how the Moon Goddess had created four brothers, gifting each elemental powers: Fire, Wind, Water, and Sand. She read about the Fire Warrior Pack, merged into the royal kingdom under Dante's rule.