Warrior Cat Maker Novels & Stories

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Instead, she found herself in the lair of an even deadlier predator. Caterina looked around the room with the corner of her eye. She was looking for something she could use as a tool to fight back. There were only the two of them in this room, so her victory rate would be greater. Until Caterina's gaze fell on the vase on the table. The vase was made of ceramic and could be used as a weapon. “Come here, babe.” Marco said with great tenderness. He came closer, pressed Caterina's body against the doorframe, and brought his face closer. His face came closer and closer, until their breaths collided.

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

We stay like that for a good minute before he turns around to snarl at the trees. Between two oak trees, a pack of werecats yowls at us. Their bodies are entirely human except for the hair covering their skin and their faces of different cat species—some look like lions, while others resemble tigers or panthers. Their chests are bare, muscular, and hairy. But what they all have in common is the ready-to-kill expression. I brace myself, ready to summon flames. But unfortunately, they outnumber us. Victory seems hopeless, which is why I find it endearing that Blake appears unwilling to leave my side—he is standing so close I could touch him.

I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

Masks cover their faces, and they are yelling and stringing bows to shoot at him. As I glimpse down, it becomes impossible to hold back my laughter. Hundreds of cat people come out through the bushes, yelling weird things and throwing their spears at Azrael's feet. The cat people are wearing leaves for skirts, and the females got coconut shells covering their breasts. Tattoos mark their arms, and their tails are swooshing through the air. "They are kinda cute," I admit. "Can we keep one?" The angel steps around, sighing loudly when the cat warriors scramble to get away from him. They yell something in a foreign language, and more feathered arrows pierce his skin.

I smiled, bringing out the kitten with a red collar and offering him to her. “Another one? Isn’t Shu enough?” John frowned, glancing at Shu, who looked at him with annoyance. “Every member of the guild, especially those in the Adio family, are given a mau kitten. It’s best to train them when the hunter is young, and the cat can create a bond with them.” I shrugged, not caring that he would have to deal with two of them.

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!”

--- Three months later. My list of achievements continues to grow. Beyond the Rogue Purifier, I’ve developed a wolf-strengthening tonic that boosts power by 30%, a life-extension serum, and a cure for infertility that has brought joy to thousands of families. My name is a legend. "Halen the Healer" is what they call me now. Lycan built me the largest laboratory in the kingdom and gave me the highest honors. He isn't just my mate; he is my strongest ally.