Warrior Cat Suffixes Novels & Stories

He was standing behind me now, his voice was a whisper as his hot breath fanned my ear, “are you trying to Warrior Rochelle.” I shook my head, “no, sir, not at all.” Scarlett went ballistic in my head, “no, tell him we can if he wants us too, and I want us too.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of my throat, “sir, no disrespect intended, but I’m only a warrior, you’re an Alpha and it doesn’t work like that now does it, plus she is your chosen mate.”

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

He thought long and hard about it, and finally, he chose his three best warriors: Beta Jong, Gamma Arnold, and Delta Wilfie. Jong was the strongest warrior in the clan. He had a muscular build and a fierce determination in his eyes. Arnold was the fastest warrior in the clan. He could move with the speed of lightning, and he was always one step ahead of his opponents. Wilfie was the most skilled warrior in the clan. She was a master of all forms of combat, and she had a never-say-die attitude. The other clan leaders also chose their best warriors. The stage was set for the greatest werewolf battle competition in history.

You are strong and fast, but Victoria's wolf is stronger. I could feel Alpha Kayden's voice sounding much more hopeful now. Cel was angry at him and refused to use the mindlink to communicate. 'White Warrior wolves are the second name for endurance. One wrong move, and you could end up dead.' He had a point. He grew up with Sienna and her sister and probably fought them many times as part of his training. Victoria's wolf might not be immune to resisting my strikes and blows, but she seemed unfazed by my assaults.

He rubbed his hands nervously. “...He is the commander of the warriors. We call them warriors or soldiers, not detectives or cops though they can be referred to as that but it’s because we fight war.” It wasn’t making any sense to me, that this existed, and I am his mate. “It doesn’t make any sense to me.” I folded my hands defensively across my chest. Neon slaps his palm against his forehead. “You want to see him, Jax?” “Who is Jax?” “My wolf.”

"Give them at least a few seconds Beta Osuof. I think we will have a winner soon!" Unlike the normal warriors when two wolves fought at high speed and rolled off the ground, my Alpha eyes could see clearly what was going on. The other warriors have no idea who will be defeated or who will win until the two get off of each other. But I could see clearly from my sight that another wolf had endured a sharp blow on his chest unable to keep up and unable to finally fight back on his opponent. "Conrad! Conrad!" "Aldin! Aldin!" The warriors chant the name of their warrior whom they want to win in the fight. "It's almost over Beta Osuof."

Draven scoffed irritably. "My heritage?" Draven released an irked snort as his foul mood continued to curdle. "You are sounding like a blasted parrot! The term translates to Wolf Warriors. It’s an honourable title reserved for the seven most powerful werewolf bloodlines who served under oath to protect their corresponding rulers of the land and together formed the army of the werewolf king. I just hope some still adhered to tradition and have preserved their family's Guild Crest, making our search easier." “I remember reading something like this along those lines as a boy, but that was years ago,” Bellinor responded somewhat distracted as he tried to recall his memories.

Not wait for us. My impatience grew as the door swung open, my fourth command and his mate sliding out of the car. "Alpha Theós, Alpha Aries, Beta Timothy," Alexander bowed alongside his mate. Though Alexander was one of my dearest friends, it is tradition for any wolf to greet the royalty by their status and name when they meet before bowing. Since Alexander was a close friend and a royal himself, he could greet us while using our first name instead of our last name. "Captain Warrior Alexander. Lead Tracker Raven." Aries greeted back with a nod of his head, "How was your trip?"

Then there’s a slitting laughter. “Weakling,” One of the wolves cackle, his sharpened gaze staring down at his fellow warrior, who’s still nursing his wrist. I watch several of the stares shift from me to him, all of them full of scorn and disgust. “Got plenty against the Omega but absolutely nothing against the Beta, hm?”

I say, my voice still growly. “Please! He’s a good boy. He’s not a warrior.” I look at the pup. He’s a young teen and I can tell he’s not happy about his mother trying to protect him, but he’s also terrified. One of my warriors come rushing out of another room in the hallway, stopping when he sees me. “What’s your name, pup?” I ask him. “Sean, Beta,” he says. His voice wavers, but he answers, lifting his neck in submission as well.