Novel & Cerita Warrior Cats Graphic Novel Book 3

His cat - a deep shade of red with eyes that glow like demon dogs – mercilessly maims and kills until he stands above me hissing and snarling at the other males whose hands had touched me. Arik steps forward, the king of the Pride baring his teeth and roaring back at my mate. My heart stutters and fear swirls when they pounce on one another. Crimson’s form doubles in size and the rippling red of his fur that coats his cat, glistens under the glow of the moon and the tip of the dawn’s first light. The witching hour. Like fiery flames flickering and licking, his fur dances and flares with each movement as they lock in a brutal battle... An enigma is what he is, and I’m captivated by the power

Tightening his grip on his sword, William turned towards his men as the sounds of shouts came from the tree line. "Retreat!" He yelled. Screams from the healers echoed throughout the field, as a few bloody cries rang in his ear. Turning around William was confronted with a Rogue wielding a sword. Swinging the sword above his head, the Rouge aimed down at the Prince with all his might. Before the blade could connect with the Prince and possibly inflict damage, William jumped out of the way just as the blade passed over him. Pulling his sword out of its sheath, he swung towards the Rogue as he tapped into Zor, causing the blade to slice open the Rogue's stomach.

**This is Book Three of the Guardians Trilogy. This book contains references to events that occurred in the first two books and spoilers for those books. It is recommended that you read The Broken Warrior’s Daughter and Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this, the final book in the trilogy. Eli I never expected to find my mate, much less in a small town in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains where I was just passing through. Even more surprising than her being under eighteen and nearly half my age, was the fact that she was human.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

Tribiano’s warriors rallied behind him, their spirits lifted by his sudden resurgence. The enemy, realizing they had underestimated the pack’s resolve, tried to regroup, but it was too late. Alex was relentless, leading the charge to free the elders and push the invaders back. With a final, thunderous roar, Alex struck down the last of the enemy’s commanders, leaving the rest of them in disarray. The battle was over, and victory belonged to Tribiano.

Alec pushes me out of the way as the gorilla attacks again. I roll to my feet, dust myself off, and shoot another burst of light at the monster. It actually hits it this time, but the effect is the same. The energy bounces off it and into the sky. The gorilla is getting angrier and angrier, more determined. "It's not working," I say. "Winter." Alec's eyes widen as he takes in something behind me. I whirl around just in time to see a massive wolf fly over me. The fur on its white underbelly skims the top of my head, and my jaw drops.

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

"Bring them to me. Personally." --- Back at the house, Dante found Arabelle in the library, a book open on her lap though she clearly wasn't reading it. She looked up when he entered, her eyes scanning him quickly, checking for injuries, he realized. "You're done?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm done." She nodded, closing the book. "Clean?" "Three dead, two sent back with a message." "Efficient." There was no judgment in her voice, just acknowledgment. She'd grown up in this world. She understood how it worked.

This is Quillon's story and the third book in the Rare Wolf series. As always, please read at your own risk. This story contains explicit scenes, 18+ (which we all love), and an abundance of love and butterflies that may crawl in your stomach to create havoc in your system. Okay, I'm babbling. Anyway, keep calm and wait for Quillon. I'm excited about this, and I hope you'll like it the same way you liked the other books of the Rare Wolf series!

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.