Warrior Cat Lemons Novels & Stories

His supposed Luna? The second warrior chuckled, “I should give you both some privacy then.” “No! Don’t leave!” I cried out, scared for myself as my eyes shifted from one corner of what I supposed was a room in the servant residence. The second warrior whose name I didn’t know as well, retorted amusingly, “Oh! You want me to stay? She wants me to join in the fun, Leo. Who knew the Luna was a kinky one.” The taller warrior who must be Leo, laughed loudly, “It’s a good thing the Alpha doesn’t want her anymore, Mateo, because I want her so bad–”

Leo whispered with a smirk when we saw the warriors gathering in front of the pack house with some weapons in their hands. "I know right." I answered then glanced at Lexi and gave her an assuring smile. I wanted her to be calm and confident in front of the warriors, because they hated weak she-wolves. "Is that you general?" Ibuk asked in disbelief. "Are you fucking blind?" I spat seriously as some of the warriors sighed in relief. "It's definitely her." August said as Ibuk shook his head. When his eyes went to my linked hand, he frowned then growled loudly.

His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, a reflection of the moon goddess's blessing that coursed through his Lycan veins. As the skirmish intensified, other warriors from the Red Moon Pack joined the fray, forming a united front against the marauding rogues. The air crackled with the clash of steel against fangs, and the forest echoed with the primal roars of combat. Limuel's pack members fought with unwavering determination, their loyalty to the beta evident in every coordinated strike.

The wolf noticed his presence and immediately got on his knees; "I'm so sorry Alpha, I didn't expect her to notice me." He pleaded profusely as thick layers blood ran down his face. "What was my instruction?" Liam's voice was low and his face didn't show any emotion. "T..to watch her discreetly." The warrior answered. "And what happened??" Liam asked again. "She caught on.." The warrior still replied. Liam nodded, then he picked up a whip that had been drenched in wolfsbane. The warrior's eyes widened as he moved backwards in fear.

He looked up at the observation deck and met Ronnie's eyes, a big smirk plastered on her face. "Saffron is a wolf in sheep's wool. Are you still sure you want to spar with her?" Wesley retorted as he clapped Remy's shoulder. Remy felt torn, he thought it was incredibly sexy that his kitten was actually a lioness, but he was also very terrified of her now, knowing that she could easily take him.

Jeffery stares at him in confusion. Lexis' smirk widens before he lets out a cold laugh and snaps his fingers. Just then, Jayson is seen making his way into the basement holding a blue silver Persian cat to his chest. Jeffrey's confident face turns into a frightful and panicking one. He swallows hard as sweat becomes visible on his forehead. Lexis reaches out to Jayson who hands over the cat to him before going over to stand beside Erica who keeps looking at him in confusion. "It's such an adorable kitty..." Lexis utters softly to the cat who relaxes in his hold.

She gave him one look, and then her eyes fell back on me. "First, I would like to tell you a story. It is about a warrior named Catalyn, the blessed. She was a blessing from the moon goddess herself; she was best at every single thing she did. The moon itself smiled at her, but there came a dreadful day. The Lycans attacked her pack while she was away hunting and slaughtered every one of her pack members, they were only a pack of fifty. She returned back to see what had befallen her people, the people she loved and could give her life for.

That would be me in ten years. No. The thought followed me all the way back home. Inside my room, I grabbed a scrap of parchment and scribbled a checklist with trembling hands. Chest binds. Hair cut. Scent concealer. Supplies. Twin-fang blades. Anesthetic leaves. The last item was for the warrior whose place I intended to steal. The numbers had to match. If someone simply vanished, they’d search immediately. But if a warrior overslept before departure? That was believable.

His eyes each time swirled with an emotion I didn’t want to acknowledge, didn’t want to identify but it was always there, when he called me “little wolf.” “Little wolf,” the words fell out of my mouth. Scarlett whimpered, “now you get it, don’t you.” My head hit the pillow, and a heavy sigh escaped from my lips, “I guess being the ultimate warrior isn’t enough to make me truly happy and complete.” I glanced at the clock, 17:55 displayed in bright red.

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.