Warrior Cat Lemons Novels & Stories

I mean who could possibly enjoy watching a twenty hear old who giggled most of the time like a twelve year old that just received a puppy as gift, I guess the answer was no one except Reed of course. The problem wasn't with her age though but with the fact that she was a pack warrior. Warriors were mostly known for their fierce nature hardly a single smile but for Lexy, it came so easily, it looked so absurd to everyone and I've hardly ever heard anyone vocally complain about it. That would be even more absurd than having a warrior who giggled all of the time. I did adore their relationship though, it was the same thing Duncan and I had before Sophia took over of course.

The cat bumped into the grass and quickly rose to turn towards them. "Ah, a Werecat." The cat snorted, revealing sharp yellow canine teeth and black fur with red stripes. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Lyne still sat down on the grass thinking about how she was able to smell danger. Not even how she was about to smell it because perceiving a rotten body coupled with vinegar and ginger cannot be hard to tell but how did she know it was danger? She was shaking all over as she watched Zeidan fight the Werecat. Soon, they were jumping down from each side of the corner, surrounding Zeidan.

“Just wait. You’re going to forget to cook and Liam’s going to mistake the laundry detergent for the toilet bleach and we’re going to end up with a toilet bowl full of suds, and I’ll have to clean up after your mess. Of course I'm worried.” “But we get to keep her,” Liam crows, hi-fiving Luca’s free, shit-less hand. “Aw yeah!” The cat purrs, looking at Jedi and flicking her tail triumphantly. Jedi looks back, blowing his fringe out of his face. Oh, boy. *** The cat hates Jedi.

"I turned eighteen today." I got into Sinners alright but after my first step in, I had a quick rethink of my impulsive decision. The interior was smoky and dim, a whiff of something in the air loosened my body and right beside me on a chair that was groaning for its dear life were two werewolves fucking loudly. I took a shocked step back but a drunk couple shoved me forward. "Get out of the way!" The female snarled. "Okay!" I squeaked and melted into the shadows.

I challenged. “She is,” he confirmed. “Then she needs rescuing.” Leo raised a patronizingly arrogant eyebrow. “According to who?” “Does it matter?” Leo smirked. “I suppose not.” “Shouldn’t you be out there fighting?” I taunted, gesturing towards one of the nearby windows. “It seems like a pretty big battle.” Leo rolled his eyes. “It might have been, if any of your warriors actually came to fight. Instead, the second any of them get so much as a scratch, they skitter back to the woods like lost little kittens.”

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.

asked a dark-haired girl beside me with kind brown eyes. James chuckled. “Dear pack members, this is Laila—my most amazing gift from the Moon Goddess.” I raised a brow at him but couldn’t help a small smile. He flashed me his signature smile and winked. “That’s our female gamma, Kate,” he added, pointing to the black haired beside me. “And next to her is her mate and our gamma, Dereck.” Dereck, a broad man with dark hair and brown eyes, held Kate close with one arm. His wide face and beard contrasted her delicate features, but something about them made me think they could be siblings too.

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

he said, his voice full of emotion, "I have never seen anyone fight like you. You are a true warrior, and I am in awe of your bravery." Althea felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at Zemo. She had always respected him as her Alpha and her future king, but now she realized that she felt something more for him; something that went beyond duty and loyalty. And Althea, for her part, found herself falling just as deeply in love with Zemo. She knew that their love was forbidden, that as a warrior in his pack, she could never be his mate. But she couldn't help the way she felt. Whenever she was with Zemo, she felt like she was home, like nothing else in the world mattered.

Cath said and Leandro immediately nodded. "It's my pleasure." Catherine thank him, and call some of their warriors. After that she bid a gpodbye to me, because she will be fixing some important things. "I'll be gentle Shama, don't worry," Leandro whispered to me. What is he talking about? "Use this stick and I will use this thinner one" he said and give me a tick stick. "Are you ready?" He asked me and I nodded. The other warrior also positioned, getting ready to attack me.