Warrior Cats Body Base Novels & Stories

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

She went to her car, made Liam sit on the passenger seat with Pomy in his lap and drove to a nearby animal hospital. Liam had been crying all the way to hospital, she had tried her best to reassure him. The vet told her that they would need to keep the cat until she recovers, her internal organs were damaged. "They have to keep Pomy here for her treatment. I'll bring you tomorrow to meet her. Let me drop you home," she told him and meanwhile Yara arrived there with the credit card. She didn't have enough money to pay for the treatment of cat, therefore she had called her.

Hayward looked over at the princess again, smiling to himself. At least she's pretty. That'll make this more pleasant. "If you encountered some of these beasts, you might be less so," she told him, though she doubted he'd ever seen anything of the sort. The lush forests and mountains were an ideal habitat for many types of animals but especially large cats, five times the weight of a human or elf and ridiculously strong. Their muscular bodies covered in thick fur would send a chill into the heart of someone who had never encountered them, but he would get to see one soon enough.

There would be no repeat of his hands on me or in me. A nasty growl had my head snapping up to the ring. Mason had been wounded, the smell of his blood permeating the air. His opponent had partially shifted and managed to claw Mason’s shoulder. The deep angry red lines oozed blood. Like a wild cat, Mason growled. His chest puffed out and his frame became larger with anger. A warrior by the name of Simeon. A large werecat who got a lucky scratch in suddenly began shaking as Mason stalked toward him. The warrior shifted into a large honey-colored cougar snarling and growling. Suddenly Mason leaped toward the warrior, shifting midair. I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a larg

Each warrior seemed to possess an ancient wisdom, their irises reflecting a tapestry of battles fought and victories won. Their movements were a study in perfection, a ballet of strength and agility that seemed to defy the laws of physics. With the grace of predators honed by generations of instinct, they weaved through the chaos, their bodies fluid and seamless in their execution. Every lunge, every parry, every swipe of their claws was executed with unwavering precision—a testament to their unwavering resolve and unyielding loyalty to the pack.

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

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.

We had combined all the warriors in our packs and they were trained together so that they all had the same fighting patterns and techniques. I was relaxing in a hot bath with soft music in the background and a glass of wine in my hand. A perfect way to treat my soared muscles after hard training. My eyes were closed but the scent that invaded made me relax even more. It went straight to my soul and numbed all the neurons of my brain. Soon I had a company in the tub. "I hope you don't mind" he asked after settling in front of me "It just got better" I told him checking out his drool-worthy body. He smirked and extended his hand for me to take. I took his hand and sat pressing my back on his s

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.