Warrior Cats Adoptables Novels & Stories

Killian asked, his eyes narrowing. “The pack heads moved up the formal review of her origin file,” Asher replied, his tone very functional, like a doctor's. “It happens tomorrow morning, if you want to enter the Slave Games to buy your right to life, Eden, you need a high - tier sponsor to sign that parchment before midnight.” I looked down at the paper. “And if I don't get a sponsor?” “You get transferred back to your adopted family,” Asher said coldly. "Directly under Alpha Thomas’s permanent custody"

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

Zane crouched, setting the boxes down in one clean motion before catching the boy midair like thirteen kilograms weighed nothing. “Look!! Look at all this!” Ash pointed at the pile of shopping bags and cardboard boxes. “That’s for Spaghetti! And Mozarella.. we are adopting all of them, right, Papi?” Zane laughed. “Yes, Kiddo..” he said, still holding Ash close. “They’re part of our crew now.” Four cats, one hyperactive kid, and a man who was supposed to be temporary and sit still in the past. What could possibly go wrong?

“Jill, this is Electra. Electra, this greedy thief, is my best friend. We call him Jill.” Electra looked at the large black man covered in black ink tattoos. Just like with the wolves, she could sense his beast inside him. She never understood how she could sense shifters and the different rankings. But just as it so often happened, the two voices that were always with her confirmed what she already knew. He was from an ancient line of Siberian werecats. He was a warrior. The large black man smiled at Electra and stole another fry. “You’re gorgeous. But I’m sure you hear that a lot.”

CALEB POV The first order of business was to recruit volunteers. Ethan and I sat down, and we came up with a list. “How about Adam?” I suggested, looking at the roster of warriors that I had on my computer. “He just found his mate,” Ethan said. I crossed him off the list. We were only asking unmated warriors without families who relied on their income to meet with us, and we were giving each of them the full option to opt out. There was a very real possibility that this coup may not end well and that they would either be killed in action, or they would be prosecuted by the Council.

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

All the ministers stood up at once, worry and anxiety taking over them. The only two people who remained calm in this chaotic situation were Dimitri and Commander Kristoff who had been silent since the time he had entered the courtroom. He had long predicted this outcome and he knew that war was what it took for Dimitri to learn his lesson. He also knew that it was impossible for Dimitri to win against Eldrick. So, he did not show any reaction as he waited for the drama to end. "Then, I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis."

What could I have done that would raise such doubt? "What is your problem with me?" Adrian warned me that the werewolves would be rough with me, but even he believed that I'd receive a warm welcome, not this chilly, humiliating reception. Tyler trembles with intensity, and I prepare myself. At his age, he should be able to restrain his wolf and not transform based on petty factors, but some never gain that control. Yet, his voice remains calm and serene. "A lot of girls attempted to trick us, trying to pass as the missing Warrior for the money, the title."