Warrior Cats Comics Novels & Stories

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

Just keep going Liv. *Author's note: This is the third book of my Shadow Warrior's series and it is not meant to be read as a stand alone book. The order of the books are: The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf and then The Warrior's Demon Mate. I have also just uploaded Alpha Ridge which is a stand-alone book and gives insight into some other characters you met in the Shadow Warrior series. Thank you for reading!*

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Mathias stands over me, offering his hand “This is why she needed to be here. Only she can quell my beast. It’s always a risk that he will take things too far.” I take his hand, letting him help me to my feet. I’m not injured, I’m already healing. Though the reality is – he could have easily killed me. His beast was unhinged. “Holy moons! Did you see how big Sir Crimson's cat was?” I frown and tilt my head to the warrior who spoke. “He was as big as the bear king!” The warrior said with astonishment. I could also detect the pride and excitement he had for the fight.

I say, voice dripping with false sympathy as blood starts to drip down the wounds on Warrior Garett’s face and into his eyes. Warrior Garett grits his teeth, clearly weighing his options for a moment. I raise an eyebrow and rock back on my heels impatiently. Finally, Warrior Garett seems to realize the only way out of this fight is through. With a fearsome growl, he launches himself towards me, claws extended. I step aside easily, whirling around and raking my claws into his sides. He lets out a sharp scream of pain as blood flies through the air and tufts of matted brown gray fur stick to my claws.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Twat bag two says. "If the boss doesn't get his hands on her before that pup is born then he is going to end us!" Twat bag one growls "What are you ladies gossiping about in here?" Warrior Johnathan walks into the room and I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. Something feels off. "We were just talking about how we're going to get this bitch out of here without those pricks realizing." Twat bag one says causing my whole body to run cold. Warrior Jonathan is in on whatever it is that their up to, But why? He came across as a good guy and incredibly loyal to this pack but this... what he's doing now... it just doesn't make sense.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

"Meanwhile what can I get you?" "No, it's alright. I'm fine." She told and turned to go outside. She was reversing her car when Liam entered the house crying. "Liam!" She called him. "Hey!" He sniffled looking at her. "What happened?" She got off the car and walked towards Liam who had stopped by the main gate. "They-- they took Pomy," he told her while crying bitterly. She knew Pomy was Liam's Persian cat. "Who?" "Big boys in the park. They-- they took Pomy to play but they were hurting her and when I asked them to give Pomy back to me they refused and laughed and said I should go back home."

“Three more.” I blinked. “Three more warriors?” He looked at me. “Again.” I sighed. “Seriously?” “This time, I want you to finish each one in less than thirty seconds.” My eyes widened. “Thirty seconds?” “Too much?” It’s the opposite. I forced a smile. “Not at all.” The three warriors stepped forward and the moment they charged, I moved; the first swung at me, and I ducked beneath his arm before driving my fist into his ribs. I immediately moved away as the second warrior came at me.