Warrior Cats Graphic Novel Book 3 Novels & Stories

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

“This is crazy!” I stand in front of Serafina’s burning fire with my hands on her head. “What the hell did you just shove inside my head?” “The truth, Jenna.” “Jenna, calm down.” Anja holds out her hand to calm me, but I shake my head vigorously. I don’t want anyone touching me right now; I’m scared the anger will explode out of me and kill someone! The oracle’s cat curls itself around my legs, purring and searching itself against my shin. I nudge it away from me. I love cats, but right now, I don’t want even a cat to touch me.

“What do you mean him?” But she went silent again, retreating into the shadowed corners of my soul as she often did when secrets were involved. I had learned not to push her. The spirit wolf who shared my body revealed truths on her own timeline, never mine. The next morning, confirmation came in the form of grim reports filtering through the fortress halls. Marten had nearly killed three warriors during a patrol beyond the eastern borders after losing control unexpectedly. His wolf had torn through their ranks in a blind frenzy before he’d managed to pull himself back. The warriors would live, but the fear in their eyes as they recounted the story told me everything. And somehow… I already

She lay back, breathing hard, trying not to cry. The low grumbling voice momentarily snapped her from the pain. "Well, guys, what do we have here? It stinks like a dog and it's stupid enough to get caught in a wolf trap. It must be one of Nicolas' pack that escaped when we killed the rest of those sniveling mutts." Mandy stared at three enemy cats, and wondered if her life could get any worse. ***

“Wait, I’ll draw it for you.” The elf went inside again. Alarick stood there in his combat armor and black fur cloak, helmet hanging in one hand, waiting. Always waiting, for his elf. When Erriene came back, he had a piece of parchment in his hand and a fresh quick drawing of a plant. Alarick took it from him, and looked down at it when Erriene suddenly tiptoed with a hand on his armored chest for balance, then he felt Erriene lightly touch his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

My heart locked up. “Go!” I roared to the warriors at my side. They fanned out instantly, joining the fight. I leapt the last few steps, landing between Kate and the wolf lunging for her. My claws ripped across its throat before it even realized I was there. It crumpled at my feet. “Inside! Secure the Luna!” I barked at Celia, who was already pulling Kate behind the line of warriors forming a wall. But Kate’s eyes burned at me, furious. “I’m not running!”

River's fingers trailed the spine of the next book, its leather cover worn smooth by countless readings. "The Lame Warrior's Triumph," she whispered, opening the pages to reveal the tale of Kaid. Thane's eyes sparkled with curiosity as River began to read: "Kaid, a warrior injured in battle, was deemed unfit for later battles. Yet, he refused to accept fate's dictate. Instead, he honed his mind, sharpening his wit and strategic thinking." As River spoke, Thane's imagination conjured Kaid's determined face, his eyes burning with a fire that would not be extinguished.

So we fought together, each of our kingdoms coming together to face off against the Vampires, witches and freaks who would rather see the world burn than to accept that we had already won this war. At some point during the battle I was pulled away into the caves of the ocean where I could hear the Atlantian princess wailing. I was surprised as I watched a vampire coming at me with super inhuman speed before a large black cat came leaping from a connecting cage to tackle it into the wall before ripping its throat out. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face knowing that the werecats had come to the rescue of the Atlantians in their time of need.