Warrior Cat Template Novels & Stories

But he, of course, wasn’t the one that birthed him. Even if he had been a woman, he wouldn't have birthed Alarick. Because the Warlord had to be on field, he also couldn’t afford to be hurt or die easily. It could be the death of their empire. So their family came from a legacy of children born by frost giants from a warlord’s blood. If the child was born a woman, the giants took her away. If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord.

“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.”

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

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

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

He wore a pair of trousers and a large shirt and wielded a sword that was as thin as a cicada’s wing. NAME: Unknown AGE: 4,000,000 HEALTH POINTS: 20,000,000/20,000,000 RACE: Slender Cat BLOODLINE: Ebony Panther King BLOODLINE RANK: Level 15 LEVEL: Ascension (Level 94.25) POWER LEVEL: 1,000,750,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Body Wielder; Energy Wielder SPECIALTY: Strength; Stamina; Durability; Vitality

A glance shows me all of my family are fighting, even Father and Annika that are injured. “So let’s get the bastards!” I yell and shift. It is like a little thread connects me and my warrior creatures. A little tug on that thread and my human form is unravelling, my feline half taking over. It’s a partial shift again, so I remain on my feet while my body takes its feline form. There are stripes down my body and my limbs and my nails end in long sharp claws.

Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier. What would Cavbendish be, I wonder, sketching his face as I ponder. Something sleek, elegant and deadly. I try doodling him as a shark first. Sharks are sleek and deadly, and they are elegant too, in their own way, but they’re too, well, primitive. They were around at the same time as the dinosaurs, I think. A big cat suits Cavendish better. A panther or a jaguar or something like that. Lounging around looking like an expensive cologne advert, while being ready to spring an ambush. Hidden claws inside velvet paws. I try a few sketches. Big Cat Cavendish on his back legs in a suit, with a top hat and a cane. Cavendish with his