Warrior Cat Mapleshade Novels & Stories

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

When we got back home, Dmitry and Kate were already cuddling on the couch watching a movie so we went to our room. ‘I’m sorry I’ve been so impatient, Malyshka. I didn’t mean to be such an ass, but I know I was’ he said while he undressed. I hated confrontation, but I wanted to get my frustration and hurt off my chest. Sasha was a safe person for me to vent and complain to and he should be ok with me venting about him.

She still wore the amulet that the Chief gave her before telling her not to return. Looking down at her, it was most half red, she knew a war was coming. Abey wasn’t prepared for it, she was terrified she was going to die, or worse turn into something dark. She hated not knowing more about her blood, she knew her Grandfather was full-blooded Cherokee, her mother looked like him, she died when Abey was three. “Alright Grandfather, show me the way.” She said sitting down and closing her eyes. She felt at peace where the farmhouse was. She wondered about why there was energy there, it didn’t matter, but she could feel the power and that was all that mattered.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Seleste’s inner team is with here permanently, but the other warriors rotate monthly. Warrior Peace brings the new warriors to our table and, just as I thought, one of the female warriors is Mason’s mate. As soon as the group walked up to the table, Mason jumped over the table and grabbed this tall, amazingly muscular female warrior. It is a good thing she recognized Mason as her mate, or I have no doubt she would have put my beta on his ass.

Especially when you have a shifter running through your back yard who decides to change back into human form and check things out. But now everything was changing. The whole game plan. Because now he wanted the book and Jamie. He closed his eyes for a moment and he was back in that house naked and aroused. Jamie dozed in the chair, the book open on her lap, Mischief curled up on her lap. He'd waited to see if the cat would react, but black cats liked shifters and she was apparently no exception. He was torn between the rampant need for sex and the equally strong desire to get a look at that book.

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

Not because I was scared but because I didn't know where the hell they were coming from and why they kept attacking each pack. Like angry ugly warriors, the gars came for us in battalion. We could see them now, the mist was slowly off and the moon goddess was using her own spell. People were falling to the ground, that wasn't the actual reason he gasped. They were Hydes, ugly looking ones coming in dozens and I knew that this would definitely be a long fight.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.