Warrior Cats Erin Hunter Books Novels & Stories

She may not like the guy, but she wasn’t cruel enough to just hang back and watched him mauled to death by invaders. Ignoring her maid’s pleas, Erin ran towards the longhouse, shapeshifting into a huge brown wolf on the way. She didn’t know what she would do when she got to the spot of the attack, but she just kept going. As she neared the fracas, one of the black beasts fell to the ground, dead. It had been bitten in multiple places and blood was oozing out of the wounds. And then another one followed the first, and another, and another until she could see through the haze of black furs and see the warriors and her family, fighting to kill off the intruders. She noted with relief that the b

If the injury doesn’t kill you, the rot surely will. Braden glides toward Erin, the way a puma stalks before a pounce—calculated, graceful, deadly. She shrinks away, pressing herself tight against the grimy wall, trying to make herself smaller. Her body coils in on itself, but her green eyes burn with fury. Erin’s a fighter—a warrior. She doesn’t fear death. But even the bravest wolves dread torture. A slow death dragged out until the pain breaks you. Until your wolf can't heal you anymore. Until your heart gives in. Not a fun way to go.

Then, above it all, she purred in my ear: “So you like to drink blood, do you, hunter?” The way she said hunter reminded me so much of Alice, of being closed in, locked in the dark, that bile rose in my throat. I stared up at her, my chest sawing up and down. She smiled, her eyes – a perfect match to that red-gold hair – dancing with delightful, vengeful mischief.

It's because of this sudden growth that I sent Callisto and Maxwell, my newly shifted and unmated warriors, to pose as hunters just to keep an eye on Adelaide and also to give me intel on what was going on in their hunter camps, but despite that, no information came up other than the fact that the little girl, Adelaide, hated me with a passion and was training hard just so that she can kill me. “I know, right. And the funniest thing about all this is that she hates you with a passion and has a special dagger designed specifically to cut your big head off,” Mason chuckled, pouring another drink for himself while I sighed, putting my glass on the table and staring at the ceiling. “I should hav

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Erin whispered while hugging me from behind, I who was so worried about her was still trembling. "Are you ok?" "Need blood." She bit my neck without my consent. I looked again at the person lying on the ground. His name is Maretus with the title of hero, I was panicking whether he died or not. "Still alive," said Erin who was still sucking my blood. Suddenly there was a burst of energy from the direction of the spirit that had just been summoned earlier. Erin immediately let go of her suction and the wolves opened a path as we walked towards the burst of energy.

His trusty friend that always lit up the darkest hours. V logged off, leaving Erin to feel heavy on his feet. The Battle Royale is in two days, meaning he only had twelve days afterwards, to earn as much money as he possibly could. Only now, Erin was a notorious hacker who no one would dare be near, let alone team up with. Whatever the case may be, Erin can not afford to give his stats; and he won't.

“Sir Warren, can you get me some cayenne powder? It’s time to make the punishment more interesting and agonizing; interesting for us, agonizing for them.” Raelynn requested politely, making sure to lower her voice. Only the three men could hear her; Raelynn made sure to keep her victims in the dark. It was a surprise for them for not cooperating with her. Although she was the Commander of the battalion, the two men beside Laurier was more capable and experienced than her. She respected them, without putting an air of arrogance in front of them.

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne

Taking his hand, he gently helped her to her feet just as Cal arrived back with Liam's cloak and a few satchels. "As I said before, Caliana Raine, will be this years Hunter Apprentice. If they have a problem with it, they will answer to me." Caliana was too shocked to respond as Liam draped his cloak over her shoulder, guiding her back to the group of Hunters waiting with their horses.