Warrior Cats Clan Logo Novels & Stories

Don't tell me one of the two ladies you came with is your mate," he said to me. "She is your pack warrior Lauren." I saw a smile on my uncle's face. "I knew Lauren was born to be a leader but I don't know how. I now understand she is a Luna. Congratulations Logan, the moon goddess has blessed you with a wonderful mate. Logan make sure you don't hurt her, she is my little girl." "Uncle, do you also believe she has no wolf?" I asked him. "She has a wolf logan, that's what they made the pack believe and I know they have a good reason for hiding it."

Third-Person POV "You're right, Cecil. What can Jerry actually do to us? All of this is just empty threats. Given our family's vast and established empire, I really don't think he can touch us. "Since he had the gall to treat us like this, then I certainly don't mind going down fighting and taking him out with me. He wants to go to war? He can bring it on!" At that thought, Lily's gaze hardened. What Lily never could have imagined, however, was that bankrupting Compton Group was merely the appetizer Jerry had prepared.

Maya spit these last words, and the crowd roared, some laughing, some howling with rage. Sasha said nothing. She stood there, fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “You will not disrespect our union.” Her voice was a menacing growl, though a poor imitation of an Alpha. “Don’t ever forget your place, Rogue.” The Warriors laughed. Encouraged by their support, Sasha pointed at the pair of them. “Warriors! Do not let a pair of filthy Rogues disrespect your Alpha and his TRUE Luna!” The Warriors, their anger reignited, surged forward once more. They yanked Maya over the railing, and she was lost in the crowd. All I could hear were her screams of terror.

He sounded unsure of that last. I smirked. “Guess they overexaggerated.” I sat down on the seat in front of his desk, leaving behind Mara who stayed near the door. Afraid of meddling in between us. “I’ll go straight to the point,” I said. “Which clan has a circular crest adorned with intricately drawn lines that form outstretched wings?” The boss’s eyes flickered in recognition but hid it with a crooked smile, flashing his gold teeth. “Ah, you mean the fallen ones.”

Adonis I steered my Range Rover past the security checkpoint at the mainland's entrance and caught sight of the warrior base's huge complex. The Lycan pack's crimson flag and the tribe's green banner fluttered from sturdy flagpoles. I pulled over and watched as a squad of six warriors trained in the courtyard, their wooden katanas clashing in a flurry of movement.

These challenges were proving to his pack that he was not fit to lead and did not have the pack's best interests at heart. This was no usual battle. We were yet to come face to face with our enemy. An honourable Alpha and pack, would have met our pack out in the open for a fair battle. These cowards were hiding behind their walls. Because of this we were forced to fight differently. To fight like humans. Our women and children were back at the camp making shield after shield. Black shields with our packs crest of a lion fighting a snake, etched onto the front. The black was homage to our Luna, I had assumed by her room that it was her favoured colour.

Storm Rider's banner had a beige colour with black fringes and their pack's brand which was a wolf's head with a skull in its mouth was vividly drawn on the banner. Wild Fangs' banner was lilac purple with boysenberry-coloured fringes and their pack's brand of a huge shiny navy blue sword with metallic gold wings was on it. Erion pack's banner was royal blue with ivory white fringes and possessed their pack brand of a golden wolf with glowing green eyes howling. Lastly, Blood Star pack's banner was white and possessed golden fringes with the pack's brand of a massive luminous red star and with dark red markings all around it in a circular shape.

There was some kind of tattoo peeking out. My eyes went to his hair and they were silvery white with a braid in them, and fell to his broad shoulders. It was like he was a direct descendent of the Moon goddess; Selene. The braid indicated he was from the Warbringer Clan. It was an ancient clan which produced some of the strongest warriors our world had seen. The Lycans were part of this clan and they always kept long hair and wore braids. Each braid in their hair indicated something personal. Could be a special victory, their mate or lover, or it could be the birth of their child. Their braids were significant and he only had one in his hair and I wondered what it meant.

No matter what Orion projected or tried to get me to feel, it wouldn’t have any effect. I watch as Orion stands next to Jasper, dressed only in shorts as well. His eyes scan the crowd for me and he winks. I give him my best smile. Yes, people are watching and we must give them what they want. “Lastly, and a late addition to the tournament was this wild card, our own Shadow Warrior, Tyson Collins formerly of the Blood Claw pack,” my father says, waving toward Tyson. Immediately the entire left side of onlookers jump to their feet and cheer loudly. It literally makes the air thicker somehow and more electric. Tyson gives them a small beauty pageant wave and I nearly snicker.