Warrior Cat Roles Novels & Stories

"We will talk about this later, Melia." Ember retreated to the back of my mind as we finished our laps. We all lined up in order, Sigmas, Kappas, Elites, Zetas, Thetas, Sentinels and Jr Warriors. Nikita was a Zeta, me and Maisie are still Jr Warriors until Friday when we spar for a Sentinel spot. I've been training hard and plan on sparring my way into a Zeta spot before summer and an Elite spot before my Alpha ceremony if not a Sigma spot which are the highest ranking warriors in our pack. It's a specialty squad of women my grandma created when she was the Alpha. No one knows exactly what they do, only that it's top secret. There are five Kappas or Captains that lead the five additional spe

She asks naively as I saw a few warriors clench their jaws while Isaac arched his brow unimpressed by his cousin's "We are not mere security guards, we are not just called upon to handle little tiffs. We are the protectors of the realm, we are the guardians of our people. We Are Wrath... We are War." He says fiercely as his aura starts to leak while my beast fought against submission and wanting to protect our now shivering mate.

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The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

Lamia had sent Mason with Tawny as her personal bodyguard along with a handful of other men I also trained. “Do you idiots not know who this wolf is?” Mason growls at the werecats holding us in place. “Let him be this instant!” He scowls moving closer to us. “This is Commander Hunji, the right-hand wolf to Queen Lamia.” He turns, fist clenched glowering at the warriors with anger. “We fought beside him in the battle for Riocht. You ignorant bunch of felines! Show some respect!” A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.”

KAEL "A war council," I replied. "Comprised of those who actually fight, not those who only talk. Warriors, healers, strategists, people who are in touch with reality, and not people who sit in their glass houses all day drinking wine. People chosen for their skills, not their bloodlines." I turned to Tobias. "Prepare a list of candidates. Include representatives from the refugee packs; they know Finn's strategies better than anyone." "Yes, Alpha," Tobias replied, already making notes.

It’s never happened like that before. ‘It’s because our wolf mate is extremely special,’ Titan purred with pride. ‘There are two different kinds of wolf spirits. Typical ones like me and warrior wolves. They are exactly what the name implies – special warriors of the Goddess’ creation. They are only given to humans who need protection and have a very important purpose. Reika doesn’t know specifics except that it involves Violet’s Fae family and the hunters. So, she awakened being able to fully fight. She’s so fucking brutal, and I love it!’

“And to be fair, her job as well. If I’m not making decisions for the good of the pack, she has to call me on it. She can even challenge me as Alpha. Besides her, we have warrior wolves who protect the pack in a more physical sense. Our sentinel is Kato. He keeps his eyes and ears open and alerts me of danger to the pack.” “Like me?” I ask. “Am I a danger?” “Are you?” Axel asks, his eyes searching me with unusual intensity. “No,” I say, setting down my beer. “I don’t think so.” “The guardian wolves aren’t yet warriors.” Axel takes a swig of beer. Neither of us are hungry after the hunt, so the food goes untouched. “They help raise our young. Mothers are supreme majesties in the pack. We alwa

"Kate, the convoy is heading out into the valley. Please have your shadow fang warriors keep watch over the perimeter during the journey through the pass." Despite her unremarkable appearance and small, slender frame, Kate’s eyes held a sharp, feral gleam that revealed her lethal expertise as a high-ranking rogue warrior. "I apologize, Heiress, but my blade and my pack mates have only one mission on this mountain—to protect your skin. Anything else outside your personal heartbeat is beyond my scope of work."

“So much to learn.” “We’ve got you covered. Warriors are like our pack's military services, guided by the Lead Warrior. They defend our packs, maintain pack borders, and fight threats with the support of Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. It generally falls under Gamma’s duty. Trackers are experts at following scents for covert operations and clues to solve problems. They are like spies.” Alex asserted. “There are others, such as healers, who have been endowed with healing abilities by the Goddess. Salutory is a wolf of herbs. They provide medical care and healing for the ill and injured. No supernatural powers or magic; only natural herbs and approved medications.” Sean said.