Warrior Cats Lps Novels & Stories

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.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

-humouredly back at him then he closed his eyes and sniffed loudly, 'Wait!' He shouted as they almost crested the ridge, 'Alpha King, you surprised me, I would not have believed you to be a Leader who put his mate and pup in danger.' Silence dropped around them like a shroud and every head turned to look at the proud young Alpha who was standing mouthed staring at Katya, in

Warrior's Heart Pain tore through Lisa's consciousness, dark magic still trying to separate her wolf nature from her human side. Her back felt like it was on fire as she thrashed against the agony, crying out in desperate fear. Strong hands immediately held her in place, gentle but unyielding. "Easy," a deep voice urged. "You'll tear the healing spells if you move too much." Lisa's eyes flew open, meeting intense green ones she didn't recognize. A warrior – one of the pack's elite fighters – was carefully restraining her, his face marked with concern and something deeper she couldn't identify.

It’s all too confusing. "Mate!" Lana, her wolf, responds from within, her voice strong for the first time in a long while. Nana can feel the sudden surge of energy in Lana, a strength that’s been missing for so long. "Lana?" she whispers in her mind, her heart racing with confusion and fear. Before Lana can answer, the creature leaps off her. Nana turns to see it charging at five warriors who had arrived to help. It growls loudly, its movements savage and violent as it snaps the heads of the warriors in the blink of an eye.

It was a sound of loyalty—of fury—of love. Johnson stepped forward then, his voice strong and deep. “You heard your Alpha!” he barked. “We move as one. We strike fast, we strike clean. We bring our Luna home!” The warriors shouted again, their energy growing stronger, fierce and unstoppable. Some had already begun to arm themselves—swords glinting under the torchlight, daggers strapped to their belts, armor sliding into place. The metallic sounds of preparation filled the night air. I turned my gaze toward the dark forest beyond the pack borders. The wind blew from that direction, carrying with it the faint, familiar scent of her—Katrina. My chest ached, and my wolf pushed against my control

I wheezed. He squeezed harder and for a moment, black dots danced in my eyes. My claws twitched, ready to lash out but even I wasn’t stupid enough to attack a Redmoon warrior. These men weren’t normal wolves. They were the violent and dreaded lycans. They were killers raised on war. He finally dropped me like I weighed nothing and I fell to my knees, gasping and rubbing my sore neck. Another warrior snorted. “Should chain her somewhere. She talks too much.”

the warriors roared and started a howl which also distracted the bears in the battlefield. They looked around thinking that more wolves have come and that was their mistake as their curiosity felt them vulnerable to Luka and his warriors. “Keep an eye on our Luna.” That was the last thing JP said before running down the small mountain and shifting. Luka saw his beta’s wolf coming his way, and he smirked. While they were still fighting black smoke appeared on the caves behind them.

They were probably pumped up for a show. With the cold, breezy mountain air whipping across our faces and the anticipation-fueled adrenaline pumping through our veins, the atmosphere was turning pretty thrilling. Logan held up his hands for silence. "Six new warriors will start out in the circle for a free-for-all brawl, and the last man standing will earn the right to spar with the Sunset pack’s Alpha’s son, Oliver!" Everyone clasped their hands and cheered loudly at the announcement. I sneaked a casual, fleeting glance up at Oliver on the platform, and just as I expected, he was totally preening under the attention, grinning like a fool and soaking up the cheers of the crowd.