Warrior Cat First Book Novels & Stories

My heart locked up. “Go!” I roared to the warriors at my side. They fanned out instantly, joining the fight. I leapt the last few steps, landing between Kate and the wolf lunging for her. My claws ripped across its throat before it even realized I was there. It crumpled at my feet. “Inside! Secure the Luna!” I barked at Celia, who was already pulling Kate behind the line of warriors forming a wall. But Kate’s eyes burned at me, furious. “I’m not running!”

My father’s wolf stepped forward, tail stiff, head high. Hold, he linked, the Alpha bond cracking through every mind like a whip. No one chases. No one panics. We kill what crosses. We keep them away from town. A chorus of voices answered through the link, warriors confirming, betas acknowledging, the Gamma repeating the instructions so the younger ones didn’t forget. And then the first enemy moved. It didn’t lunge like a wolf. It darted like a blade. It slammed into our front line with unnatural speed, scales scraping against teeth as one of our warriors snapped at its neck, And broke a tooth. The warrior yelped, stumbling back. The scaled creature turned its head slowly, almost amused, and

It was rage. "I'm not running," I hissed. I turned to the warriors of the Blood Moon who were still shaking on the floor. "You want to prove you're loyal? You want to see if your new Queen can protect you? Then get up! If you don't fight now, he’ll kill every single one of you after he's done with me!" Beta Marcus was the first to find his courage. He shifted into his brown wolf form and let out a howl, charging at the Sentinel’s flank. Five other warriors followed, a blur of fur and teeth.

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

H y u n. I... a m... g o i n g... t i... r i p... o f f... y o u r... f i n g e r s... i f... y o u... d a r e d... t o... t o u c h... t h a t... b o o k... a n d... I... a m... f u * k i n g... s e r i o u s." She warnyth wolf spirit who gulped as his hand paused in mid air.

"Once we were barbarians. They said it was just war and famine before. The old leader tried to steal from other kingdoms and our people were dying from the attacks. That's when the First King came. He was the son of a Frost Giant. Oh, don't look at me like that, they do exist. Gytha try to forget the existence of other races, but there is more to the land than humans." Cealy seemed quite the believer, Aefstine thought. She smiled at his bewildered face. "Well, the First King was the offspring of a Frost Giant with a human. It was said that the human died of child birth and that her Frost Giant lover ended up hating the child because he was the cause of her death. So he left the child to die

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

Backup? She let him. Let him think he was in control. When she reached the west side of the floor, she deliberately slowed, as if checking her corners. The Wolf took the bait, moving to flank her. But Arabelle had already spotted him in a reflection from broken glass. She spun, fired twice. The first shot hit his knee. The second caught him in the chest—armor again, but the impact sent him stumbling back. Arabelle closed the distance before he could recover. Her boot connected with his injured knee, and he went down hard.

Valeria’s POV The world blurred back into focus around me. I was standing on solid rock, my swords in my hands, but the rest of the warriors had disappeared from my side, along with the trees of the forest. Despite finding myself in a completely different location, I could still hear the sounds of battle raging nearby. I turned towards the source of the sound, trying to determine what was happening. As I did, a fully-shifted werecat flew at me, seemingly out of nowhere. Quickly, I raised my swords and slashed at their chest. As soon as the blades made contact, the werecat vanished.