Warrior Cat Rp Novels & Stories

I hear Joyce yells after me. I ignore her and continue running, then I hear her footsteps behind me. * * Writer's pov Crescent pup's home...! Chaos everywhere! Rogues and pack warriors fighting, all in wolf forms... biting on each other mercilessly. The warriors are outnumbered, which makes it difficult for them to win against the rogues. "Bloody hell, we are almost too late!" Micah exclaims. Xander growls as he sees his warriors getting killed.. dying by the hands of the rogues.

“If anything happens to you…” “Hold it, Mama G.” Phillip quickly cut in. “Guys, we need to get ready to move. Dad, Mama G, Paige, Stan, and Deloris can you kindly wait behind so we can quickly decide on what to do with Ryan, whilst the rest go and get ready?” “Good,” Pete growled as he got to his feet. “Those stupid warlocks are going down.” “That’s what I’m talking about.” Stan chuckled, slapping his raised palm against Pete’s. Warriors and Assassins had a lot in common. They both got off on violence.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

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.

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

"I don't care if it's ten miles, my wolf is a fast runner. I don't know about you all." They all accepted and grinned. "We'll be going there for the designers who almost killed me and I'll give you orders on how to fight! So who's ready to spar?" I asked their already eager faces and they all bowed in excitement. "Gray? You seem excited to join." I teased him and he bowed. "Who am I to say no to our warrior Hyde Princess?" I bursted out laughing at his words and we all moved to teach those idiots some lessons.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.