Warrior Cats Fan Club Novels & Stories

They were probably pumped up for a show. With the cold, breezy mountain air whipping across our faces and the anticipation-fueled adrenaline pumping through our veins, the atmosphere was turning pretty thrilling. Logan held up his hands for silence. "Six new warriors will start out in the circle for a free-for-all brawl, and the last man standing will earn the right to spar with the Sunset pack’s Alpha’s son, Oliver!" Everyone clasped their hands and cheered loudly at the announcement. I sneaked a casual, fleeting glance up at Oliver on the platform, and just as I expected, he was totally preening under the attention, grinning like a fool and soaking up the cheers of the crowd.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

I whispered and ended the call. We all flew into action. We rounded up all the warriors from the Dark Moon pack as well as the ones that I had brought and the ones that were sent from other packs. I called Trevor and he was sending the rest of our warriors on our plane to meet us at the Blood Moon pack. Elder Summers called the council who approved of us fighting and were sending some council warriors to meet us as well. Alpha Jack, Luna Sara, Troy and Stacy were calling every ally they had and by the time we were leaving we had a huge amount of warriors meeting us at the airport in the Blood Moon territory.

His footsteps were large and purposeful as he came straight over to me. “Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes raked over me. “Yes, what's going on?” I asked ignoring the watchful eyes of his friend. “I don't know, just that it has the WC in chaos.” He uttered absent-mindedly. “What's the WC?” “The Warrior council.” He answered before turning to Bray. “Thank you.” “No worries, look I don't know what's going on here, but I really don't like being kept in the dark. You know something, you warned me.”

Selwyn and landed a huge jagged cut down his side knocking him over into the path of the tiger. I knew I had to act fast and I knew I had to use a lot of dragon power to kill all the cats quick so I could heal my mate. He was fighting still but from the loss of blood I could tell he was getting tired fast. His energy was slowing leaving him and I felt that to my core. I wasn’t about to let anyone or anything hurt what was mine and Selwyn was mine. Instead of running to Selwyn I ran into the center of the fighting and focused all my power on the cats in the clearing. Making absolute sure the wolves wouldn’t get hurt I released massive amounts of electricity from my body making the air crackl

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

I walked into the council hall slowly, my heart heavy and my steps shaking. The big wooden doors closed behind me with a loud thud. The sound echoed in the whole room. Everyone was already there. The Council of the silver claw Pack. I saw them one by one. Beta Rowan — Leon's father’s old friend. A tall man with white hair and a hard face. His eyes were cold when he looked at me. Head Warrior Brik — broad shoulders, serious eyes. He folded his arms and stared like I was a problem he wanted to remove.

> — Councilor Dren Valek, Voice of the Eastern Serpent Gasps rippled through the courtyard like a wave. The delta girl near the fountain whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, “They’re escalating to the Greater Council? That’s… that’s *war* on precedent!” Her friend, an omega with braided hair, clutched her arm. “If they win, no omega chooses again. Ever.”

I think I’d make one hell of a bodyguard for some rich human and could draw in so much money that it wouldn’t matter what hierarchy a pack has, money talks their hierarchy is bullshit. After my run I headed to the Canteen and ate breakfast, then headed to the obstacle course and ran it twice. Then I joined a few warriors on patrol. Stanley and Oscar were friendly, though both seemed somewhat reserved around me. “Are you scared I may tell the Alpha what you say?” Oscar chuckled, “no, not at all, I’ve been part of this pack for years, I’m an elite not a normal warrior.” I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?”

However, the Alpha could guess what I was thinking. "You have no say in this, Sophia." He cautioned and I clenched my jaws. I did not like his words, one bit. "Assemble all she-wolves of the pack. Including the warriors and omegas. The Lycan King will make his choice." Alpha Dante ordered and immediately, the mind-link was cut off. "Fuck!" I cussed as I kicked as a wooden plank before me with so much force and It flew a few miles away I hated the Lycan King with passion as he was known for his messy private life. He was a savage and he acted unruly.