Warrior Cats Ice And Fire Novels & Stories

Gasping Elaina tried to scramble out of the way of a fisure that was making its way straight for her only to be stopped by a cackling dark warrior. "You aren't going anywhere." He hissed as he grabbed Elaina by her hair and held her up walking towards a particularly wide and deep crevice. Looking down Elaina realized that lava flowed freely from where the earth had split and the heat from it was making her begin to sweat and feel like she was slowly cooking. Struggling Elaina tried to break free of the dark warriors grip as she felt like her skin was beginning to burn from the onslaught of heat. "Struggle all you want little girl." The dark warrior cackled. "You aren't going anywhere."

“I’m coming soon, sweetheart. I promise. The doctors are taking good care of you, right?” “Uh-huh. But I want you. Not the ice man.” I flinched. Alessandro’s expression darkened, but he stayed silent. “The ice man?” I repeated gently. “Yeah. The tall one from my dream. He looked angry. Is he mad at us, Mommy?” My gaze locked with Alessandro’s. The raw hunger and pain in his eyes nearly broke me all over again. “No, baby,” I lied softly, my voice trembling. “He’s not mad. He… he wants to meet you. He’s a very important person, and he’s going to help us.”

His name is Anthony such a soft name for someone who is never to be messed with. He is the most ruthless person you can ever be unfortunate to meet. Those who have met him never lived to tell the story of their encounter, and those who has seen him from afar pray top never have to meet him in person. He does not tolerate anyone involving children or women, he kills them off instantly. But since it seems like most people try to sneakily involve them, he sometimes is involved in the torture of the person. The person on his right whose name is Robert is his brother, his best friend and also his lawyer. They have been together for a long time.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

"The mercenaries are burning the lower shelters. Thousands of women and children are pinned against the ice barrier, and the frost-guard can't hold the line!" ​"High King Kaelor!" a bloody, breathless frost-guard warrior shouted, stumbling up the snowy slope toward them, his ice-shield shattered to splinters. "You... you have returned! But the city is lost! The corrupted ones... they don't fight like wolves! They don't feel pain! They're tearing through our warriors like straw!" ​"Where is your Alpha?" Kaelor demanded, grabbing the warrior by his leather chest-plate, his golden eyes burning with an intense, royal wrath.

An unfamiliar cry came from the woods across from us, and I spun around to see dozens of werecats running towards me at top speed, clearly coming to attack. I didn’t see Azami anymore, but I was sure she was nearby. I needed to lift the spell on our warriors, but first, that meant I had to get to her. My body quivered with residual pain from the curse, but the feeling of freedom from my wolf was more than enough to drown it out. She saw the approaching enemy and howled with glee, ready to fight. I ran forward, as far in front of the rest of the wolves as I could get, meeting the werecats head on.

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

Half-shifted wolves tore into our sentries, our neighbors, children I’d laughed with just yesterday. And at the center stood Kael Draven. He was tall, broad with a black cloak billowing like dark wings, his Ice-blue eyes reflecting the flames, cold, merciless. He didn’t shout orders. He didn’t need to. The chaos seemed to flow toward him. Then I saw them. Mama and Papa fought back-to-back near the great hearth stone. Papa swung the ironwood staff in wide arcs, cracking skulls, buying seconds. Mama danced with her dagger and teeth, silver flashing as she shifted just enough claws, fangs tearing into throats.

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

After being trained up by my parents to be the villain, killing was now pleasing to me, especially those who stood in my way to get what I desired. Wondering who I am? Let me introduce myself briefly. My name is Selene, 19 years old and the daughter of Alpha Drake, ruler of the Crystal Moon Pack. a pack known to be the weakest and one that others make jest of for being powerless and having few members. We are criticized and jeered at as if we weren't werewolves like the others. Alpha Darren sees us like dogs instead of wolves, and we have lived with his mockery and torment for years. The powers he got to become the greatest were meant for my father.