Warrior Cats Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

Her friends giggled. Even I couldn’t stop my mouth from laughing at these girls. Yes, the warriors looked like they came out of a magazine cover titled Alpha Candy. One of them flexed his arms and kissed his biceps, knowing very well a group of she-wolves was watching. His eyes met mine and he winked. I immediately got repulsed. “Let’s go,” I said to Alicia. “Come on, a little while more,” she whined, staring at a warrior on the side with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at his warriors with disgust.

My wolf, Blaze, stirred, howling happily, his excitement deeply resonating with mine. “I want to go home.” Blaze demanded, his voice laced with urgency. “I wish to see Kitten. Move fast.” He was urging me to just shift and run all the way to Anderson mansion, but I cooled down and walked out of the warriors’ office, planning to buy flowers for Ashley on the way. After all, my mate deserved all the best things in the world.

"Alpha." "Summon Karrik at once," I commanded. "Tell him I have a special task for him concerning my worthless son." Varek hesitated for only a fraction of a second before nodding. "As you wish, Alpha." The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. Moments later, the chamber doors opened again, and Karrik stepped inside. The warrior leader was built like a beast, his scars a testament to the countless battles he had survived. He bowed before me, awaiting my orders.

They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed. There! I saw him mere meters away, fighting a rogue wolf. The rogue getting the upper hand, or so I thought, I ran to go help Crimson and stopped when he leaped up and bounced his feet off the wall of the building, shifting mid-air, in the most fluid of ways and into the most captivating were-cat I had ever seen.

She was a warrior and completely unbreakable. Then we had Faye, my kitty. I had never laid eyes on a more beautiful wolf in my entire life. She was powerful, and her strength flooded me with desire. I loved the fact that my wolf mate was a complete badass. It did not matter that she was descended from Selene. I would love her just as much even if she was not. ‘I’ll give you a sixty second head start before I come after you. Run, Kitty,’ I told her before turning my back.

"I am free. There is a difference." I grip my dagger. "Darian. You made him reject me." "Darian was easy. He already resented you. The mate bond was an insult to him. A future Alpha mated to a servant? I simply whispered. Gave his nightmares a voice." "And the war?" "A masterpiece. Fifty packs against eight. Blood on the snow. Wolves killing wolves." She sighs happily. "And when it is over, I will move to the next kingdom. Start again." "You will not live to see the sunrise."

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Nathan said, the smile creeping into a wide grin. Agnar narrowed his eyes at him. His wolf Ivar inside of him growling like crazy. He didn't understand the anger he was feeling towards Nathan. He pulled the girl closer to him, wrapping both arms around her. A small growl escaping him. Nathan put his hands up and stepped away. “Easy Alpha. She’s gonna be perfect for you.” Nathan laughed loudly now, His Alpha didn't know. How could he not see it. Nathan was still holding his hands up in the air.

I say firmly. “Over my body, you will be a warrior,” he said, his face inches from mine. I pushed him, annoyed at how he was behaving. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, or no, I already told you. You don’t command me. You do not owe me, and my opinion is as valid as yours. I am your mate, and you are mine”. I shouted at him. He tumbles backward, not expecting to push him this hard, landing on Leno, who holds him.