Warrior Cats Longtail Novels & Stories

He pulled Selene behind his back in a fraction of a second, his silver broadsword clearing its sheath with a sharp clang. ​"Show yourselves," Kael growled, his voice dropping into a lethal, resonating Alpha register that shook the loose pebbles on the ground. ​From the surrounding shadows of the obsidian crags, silent figures emerged. ​They weren't dressed in the refined silver silks or steel armor of the court wolves. These warriors wore rough, dark furs, leather straps, and war paint made of crushed white bone. Their eyes didn't glow with the regulated colors of the council bloodlines—they flickered with a feral, unrefined yellow fire.

He didn’t grow as big, neither did he possess the noble aura of the White Fox lady, but he was no weakling. Although he wasn’t bigger than the White Fox, the Slender Cat was still a huge opponent. He towered over 50 meters. He was a large panther with black and red fur. His claws were dangerously sharp and his tail was as thin as the sword he was using before, although he had grown to such a size. It looked durable, and Mane was certain that it wasn’t a mere decorative tail like the White Fox’s. Just like the White Fox, he also had a crown on his head. But unlike the White Fox his crown gave him an air of savagery, not nobility. And Mane felt threatened by those deep red eyes.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Being Wolf Fall’s Alpha, I made it my goal to keep every non-werewolf and backstabbing wolves, out of our land. Sorceress Thelma was supposed to create a barrier that will keep other creatures out, but I don’t know how she got Mom and I to listen to her own idea in placing this nonsense and useless barrier that does nothing but feel the presence of every creature! Like why?! This isn’t what Wolf Fall needs in an era like this! Now see what her barrier has caused! A werecat has stepped into our pack! And looking at this beast… “It’s a Tiger. Damn! It’s an Alpha Cat!” I identified the Werecat through its strips, as it emerged fully into the light, growling at my guards and I. Mostly at me.

It was finally her turn now and she would show them what she was made up of. Raelynn stood up slowly and ran her eyes across the courtroom before it settled on Cathal Bringe for a second. She stared at him, his eyes not giving away anything before she averted them. "My Lord, I agree with Minister Cathal Bringe. We need to declare war on kingdom of Hollis as early as possible."

I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, to sink in the sensation. That’s when I saw it. As his head moved, the low light of the bedside lamp caught the skin just below his ear. My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stopped. Tattooed in deep obsidian ink was the mark of the Triple moon; the sigil of the High Alpha. It wasn’t just the pack mark. It was the crown. The lines were intricate and glowing with a faint violet light that only pulsed in the blood of the true lineage.

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.

A werewolf and Lycan Alpha. Feared in battle and respected across realms. Commander of armies, slayer of enemies, master of realms and strategy, and here I was: a black-furred, whiskered, four-pawed disaster the size of a loaf of bread, cradled in Amara’s arms like some ridiculously adorable infant. My tail lashed furiously, but the vibration in my chest betrayed me: a low, helpless purr escaped despite every fiber of my pride screaming.

She got up and got dressed. Leanunya was a cattagon. She had soft silky silver fur which was rare by the cattagon standards. She had large tufted black cat ears that added to her catlike appearance. Her nose was pink while her muzzle was silver and black. Her eyes were a beautiful blue and silver adding to her beauty and rare appearance. Her tail was almost twice as long as any normal tail and it was tipped black with some spotting on it. She had black spotting all along her arms and her claws were long and black. She had mostly fur and little to no scales which was rare for a cattagon. She had large silver dragon wings rimmed black.