Warrior Cat Oc Novels & Stories

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

Cognac, sharp and focused. I couldn’t see the upper body, but the bloodlust around him made me alert. The wolf’s presence sent ripples of shivers through my body. He stepped out of the grass it hid behind. His full view was bigger than any other. My father always said I was big for a lady, but this —this was different. From the scent, it was not a rogue, but it was male. A familiar male. But the bloodlust coming from him didn’t snap my brain to remember, but I knew one that and that was to fight.

from Cayden. “Cayden, call Alpha Connor and let him know what’s going on and to be on alert. Let him know that if need be, some of trackers and warriors may be crossing into pack lands and they’ll be coming in hot if they do, so there may not be time to send up a howl for permission.” Alpha Connor is the Alpha of the Midnight River Pack and our neighbor to the south. However, our packs don’t sit right up against each other as there is a “no man’s land”—land that isn’t owned by either pack—between the two that is several miles wide. I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

Here, every strike was meant to kill. “You shouldn’t be here.” I turned to see the scarred warrior from earlier, the one who had summoned me to the council. His eyes were hard, his stance aggressive. “Why not?” I asked, forcing steel into my voice. “Because you shouldn’t. There’s no demand for your kind.” The words were a dagger, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. “I belong as much as Warren says I do.” His lips curled in disgust. “You’re an omega. You’ll never be one of us.”

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

A sick smirk graces his face and triumphant glint gleams in his beady eyes. Bastard “I Tomislav Oresic, Challenge the princess for the right to the crown!” All eyes turn to the hulking werecat that stands up amongst the crowd, a man who was sitting to the left of Maydor’s tent. The dude is huge, built like a werewolf with mean eyes and bulking muscles. A man I had never seen before - a werecat who was not a warrior but was built like a brick shit house and twice as intimidating.

For what it's worth, I hid behind the stranger's back, at least he was soft with the woman, with his meal presumably more than Nicholas. "Rydar, I'm your new owner starting from today, cat eye." His chest rose and fell behind his sweat-stained shirt, from his swell to the muscles and down to every build. He's strong, if not the strongest. "Are you a warrior?" "You will find out soon, cat eye."

Azami’s expression was unamused, but she gave a short, high-pitched whistle, and the remaining sounds of battle stopped. Slowly, I lowered my dagger from underneath her chin, stepping back cautiously. “There,” Azami said, once I was out of dagger-range. “Are you satisfied?” I cautiously turned away from her to examine the situation. True to her word, the werecats had stopped attacking and were instead licking their wounds or prowling back and forth, eyeing me. Killian still stood in front of the rest of the warriors, his gaze wary. He met my eye and gave me a small nod to reassure me that things were under control.

a churlish Warrior named Campbell asks. The other Warriors glance sideways at him, the looks on their faces matching mine. We do not question a direct order from our alpha. Beast immediately comes to the forefront but Marinah responds before I do. She's dressed in her Warrior gear that allows for a quick shift to Beast. With her heightened human strength, she doesn't bother. She picks Campbell up by his throat, tossing him over the hellhounds and into the cage.