Warrior Cats Christmas Novels & Stories

“I will only give this choice once. Join me or…” The Mane, knowing that she had no chance against the creature behind her, whimpered and surrendered, Nathaniel retracted his claws, releasing her throat and allowing her to turn and face him as she kneeled at his feet. In a low roar of defiance, half a dozen Cheetah warriors fight their way to their feet before being subdued by the Vampire warriors nearby. Hunter extends his claws again, not caring whether the warrior is male or female he moves fast, stopping in front of each warrior, and plunges his hand into their chests as he leans in close whispering.

Nicholas “Merry Christmas!” shouted a smiling street performer, handing out small candy canes. “No, thank you,” Nicholas Kerstman said, shaking his head as he walked past. “But it's Christmas time! Take one,” the performer urged. “Embrace the season.” Nicholas sighed. Why did Christmas have to come every year? “Sure. Why not?” Nicholas said with a shrug as he took the candy cane into his hand. When he thought the street performer couldn't see him, he threw the candy cane into the nearest trashcan.

They stood back to back, waiting for an attack from the unknown darkness. "A dozen, from all sides," Alex whispered. From the shadows emerged glittering cat eyes from all around. The painted warriors came away from the shadows as one. They were human-like with large ears and sharp oval eyes. They stood barely chest-high and took stealthy steps forward with spears and bows at the ready. The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable.

Loki asked. "Kitsune is a better tracker than both of you put together, why do you think Chad keeps her away from his plans?" Stryxx said. "She is the oldest on the Council, knew and loved Winter, and would kill anyone that took her jhappiness away. Remember, Kitsune was a BEAST when she was younger. I wouldn't challenge her." Stryxx laughed. _--_--_ "Come on, Rex. Don't be such a coward. I'm not that bad." his wolf laughed.

And as the demon finally lands a hit, his very body was torn to pieces in the air. "What!" A fading messy thought of the demon decimated in the cold air. The young girl felt ease as she saw the warrior in front of her offer his hand. "Are you alright?" The warrior asked. The young girl nodded delivering a surprise hug to the warrior. "There now, it's ok, no one's gonna hurt you anymore." A warm engulfed the young girl's cold body. The town soon calmed down as many warriors came in to aid the town. Many warriors held a conference in the middle of the town. An elegant woman stepped out wearing a warm kimono with a sword on her back. Silence immediately engulfs the group of warriors.

To say the least, Charlotte has never seen that many fairies in a day. After that, it was pure chaos and panic in Charlotte’s mind. The cat design on her coffee. The fairy wings decoration in a shop. The cat and fairy costumes were on display in a shop they passed by. A kid’s song featuring cats and fairies blasting in the mall. The fairy decorations and mannequins outside a kids' clothing shop they passed by in the mall and many more.

Yanked hard. Jax screamed. High. Raw. Body arched off the snow. Warriors flinched. One turned away. I tossed the arrow aside. Wolfsbane glistened on the tip. Jax collapsed back. Breathing fast. Shaking. The warriors laughed, short, shaky relief. Someone clapped another on the back. One witch snarled from where my men pinned her. “Laugh while you can. It doesn’t matter he’s awake. In minutes he’ll be dead.”

He locked his emerald green eyes onto her hers and bowed his head in acknowledgement. Shan’s purr rumbled through her chest, vibrating in a way that made Jaiyana’s skin tingle. She ran her fingers along his thick fur, marveling at the sheer power contained in each muscle beneath her touch. Even as a creature she had long trusted, Shan’s presence carried the weight of a predator—majestic, dangerous, and utterly devoted. Warriors froze mid-step, their swords lowered slightly, eyes wide with disbelief. Few had ever seen a weretiger in full manifestation, and many had forgotten the legends of such creatures altogether.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

His pack, the feared Ironfang Clan, was …partying. A massive bonfire roared in the center of the clearing. The wolves in human form were passing over bottles of cheap whiskey and roasted meat on sticks. Someone had dragged out a battered speaker, and crude rock music blared into the night. A few females danced provocatively around the flames, laughing and grinding against the men close to them. The scent of sweat, blood, and triumph hung thick in the air. They were celebrating. After getting their asses kicked by the Oak Claws. Viktor’s blood boiled.