Warrior Cats Fallen Leaves Novels & Stories

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

I dash around to the front of the Palace with inhuman speed, Down the gravel driveway, passing Tristan’s white leopard until I reach the fight that is taking place. I let out a realm-shattering roar when I see my kitten being held off the ground – Lord Lightfoot’s claws sinking into her delicate skin. The scent of Nightshade permeates the air and see our warriors falling. One after another. I spot Mason laid out on the floor, a gaping wound in his stomach and blood spilling from his mouth. Enraged by the sight before me, though not were-cat, the beast inside rears forward taking over. All I see is red. All I can think is kill.

he asked urgently, holding me close and looking into my eyes to make sure I wasn’t hurt or injured. I lifted my shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger down toward the floor, where the box had fallen open. Inside, there was only one thing—a dead cat, covered in dark blood, its small body still limp and lifeless. “Fuck! Who would do something like this? Damn it!” he shouted angrily, his voice loud with rage and concern. He held me even tighter, rocking me gently back and forth as I continued to cry, my whole body still shaking from fear.

He whispered, creeping closer to me. A low growl filled the air as the golden brown coloured smaller wolf caught our scent. The huge black wolf looked at the the other wolf with curiousity, then sniffed the air turning in our direction. There was a large grey wolf next to the black one, larger than the golden brown wolf but smaller than the black one. Then the golden one started sprinting towards us, a louder growl rippled through the air and it froze, starring at the black one as it stepped forward, walking towards us. "Sky, we need to get out of here." He reached for my hand. The black wolf gave him a warning growl to back away from me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over so he was hidd

“Left flank, keep them from circling!” I pivoted and drove myself into the left side of the line, where two winged wolves were trying to slip around us. A Vandwood warrior, young, tan-coated, charged one of them without thinking. The winged wolf rose, flapping once, and the young warrior’s jaws snapped at air. The winged wolf dove again and caught him by the neck. The young warrior gurgled, legs kicking. I was there in a heartbeat, slamming my shoulder into the winged wolf’s chest. We crashed into a tree trunk. It screeched and tried to flap, but branches tangled its wing. I didn’t waste time. I drove my claws into its belly. My claws sank deep. Warm black blood spilled over my paws. The win

My wolf whimpers in pain for not being able to protect our mate. ”they are almost here now, just seconds away” Declan mindlink. That’s when I see her turning her head towards her brother and her eyes are like diamonds, shining bright blue. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. Everything happens in slow motion. She closes her eyes and I se the wind catching her hair and she leans back, falling over the cliff. I leap to jump in the river when Declan hit me hard in the side, preventing me from jumping in. I let out a heartbreaking howl, Jaden is held back from two warriors and he howls with me. The warriors come bursting through the trees and go after the rogues, we se some of the rogues get ki

Kat's ears swiveled, alert for any signs of danger, but all seemed peaceful. Too peaceful, she realized with a start. The woods were never this quiet unless... "Ambush!" Kat yelled, whirling around, but it was too late. The enemy warriors dropped down from the trees, landing lightly on their feet to surround Kat's small group. She counted at least twelve of them, all heavily armed and staring at her with hatred in their eyes. "Well, well," one of them drawled, flipping a knife casually in his hand. "Look what we have here. Poaching our omegas again, Kat?"

For in the heart of every warrior, there burned a light no darkness could extinguish. The ground beneath my feet quivered with the final cries of The Black Faes, their eerie wails fading into the night as we, the allied packs, stood firm. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the rush of victory surge through my veins like wildfire. Around me, warriors roared their triumph, their voices lifting into the dark sky, intertwining with the howls of our kind.

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

I narrowed my gaze, trying to make sense of the situation. "Shoo!" I shouted, waving my sword at the cat. "Go away!" The cat meowed, then turned and scampered away, disappearing into the darkness. I closed the door to my quarters, leaning back against it as I let out a long sigh. It had been a long day, full of battles and surprises. As I slumped onto the couch, a smile played at the corners of my mouth. The triumph of reclaiming my throne, coupled with the unexpected passion of my encounter with Otsana, had left me feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.