Warrior Cat First Book Novels & Stories

Lily ran to where Elias called out, then helped him up. The blood continued to flow like that, and Elias' voice whispered, "I'm fine." “You… are you okay like this?” Lily's tears flowed endlessly, she was afraid that Elias would die from blood loss. The wolf saw the enemy's blood with more and more hatred and the werewolf's blood motivated him to want to kill and eat the opponent. He lunged forward, knocking Lily aside, raising his claws and stabbing Elias in the chest. “Hands off!” The wolf king appeared out of nowhere but turned into a huge wolf, almost twice the size of Douglas. Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air.

It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book. I don’t know when I fell in love with Clint Nelson. For years, I thought of him as an egotistical man who believed he was the Goddess’s gift to women. He isn’t completely wrong. He is a gorgeous man, with wavy, dark brown hair and emerald green eyes that stand out like jewels on his tanned, chiseled face. His body looks more like it was carved from stone than muscle, and I would know, just like every other she-wolf in our pack, I’ve had a good look at what he's packing. He isn’t exactly shy and is definitely not self-conscious about the way he looks.

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

I heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Just keep going Liv. *Author's note: This is the third book of my Shadow Warrior's series and it is not meant to be read as a stand alone book. The order of the books are: The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf and then The Warrior's Demon Mate. I have also just uploaded Alpha Ridge which is a stand-alone book and gives insight into some other characters you met in the Shadow Warrior series. Thank you for reading!*

It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book. I don’t know when I fell in love with Clint Nelson. For years, I thought of him as an egotistical man who believed he was the Goddess’s gift to women. He isn’t completely wrong. He is a gorgeous man, with wavy, dark brown hair and emerald green eyes that stand out like jewels on his tanned, chiseled face. His body looks more like it was carved from stone than muscle, and I would know, just like every other she-wolf in our pack, I’ve had a good look at what he's packing. He isn’t exactly shy and is definitely not self-conscious about the way he looks.

Their howls split the silence and echoed off the trees. The first clash threw the stones in the air. My warriors screamed as blood sprayed into the air. And I bared my teeth. Finally. I was not an Alpha of councils and whispers. I was not raised to sit idle in carved chairs while the world tried to break down my door. I was born for war. My wolf surged forward as I leapt from the wall, landing in the dirt with claws already ripping. The first Shadowfang met me head-on. His throat tore free in a spray of blood before his teeth even grazed my fur.

Promising she would see me before the babies’ were due to be born. I didn’t like her out in Cambiador on her own, but I realized this was her path to walk and she was no longer the weak little kitty I had first met. She was a fierce leader, strong, and was putting the people of the were-cat kingdom first. I couldn’t be any prouder of her.