Warrior Cats One Eye Novels & Stories

Crystal groaned sadly. " Give her a baby brother." Umbrie chuckled which earned her a glare. " Here's Loki!" Leilani grinned seeing the way her daughter's head turned sharply to face the direction her finger was pointing. " Loki!" Crystal screamed, wiggling out of her mother's arms as she rushed to a cute, white furry cat with blue eyes like her own. " See Mom!" She called. " Loki has the same eye color as mine." " Yes baby." Leilani replied and turned to Umbrie.

I nervously replied to the man, he just smirked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Let me see your wolf's eyes," the man commanded causing me to swallow my saliva in immense nervousness. I slowly lift my head until our eyes met and I showed him Kodaline's eye color. "Your eyes are still blue, it's either you're a new rogue or you've never killed anyone before." The man said and looked at the other warriors as if they were talking using their pack's mind link.

“He cannot shield you from what you are becoming.” I clenched my jaw tight. My fists clenched tightly. “He doesn’t shield me,” I hissed. “He stands with me.” The water thrashed violently at my answer, as if I had offended it. Pain spiked through my temples. Images flooded in, faster and harder. A war… A broken moon… A wolf with two faces— one white, one black — tearing through an army… A child crowned by silver flames… A man with golden eyes standing over a battlefield soaked in light.

Karen's POV I looked up at him, my eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. I could see the determination in his eyes, the fierce glint of a warrior who refused to back down. But I refused to give up. I struggled and kicked, my claws tearing through the warrior's armor and into the flesh beneath. The warrior cried out in pain and stumbled backward, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. I took advantage of the distraction to rise to my feet, my claws at the ready.

Casting the room in dim light. In reaction I yipped and threw an arm over my face. Wondering if a flame would fall on me or burn my eyes. After a moment, I peered under my arm and saw Warlord staring at me with those probing blue eyes. His hand palm up with his fingers curled up into a teepee. He made the light. To see me. “Warlord…” There was a begging note in my voice. Don’t take from me what I’d give a mate. I stared at him wide eyed. Wanting to speak quickly and tell him all the reasons I didn’t want him to do what he was considering.

Leo began to pale as Mason walked towards them through the other warriors before stopping in front of Vincent who had yet to notice him. "Care to share what is so funny?" Mason asked as he pulled Danica to him. "Nothing..." Vincent sputtered immediately stopping. "Really now?" Mason began only to stop when the sound of a growl reached them. Craning her head around the warriors Danica tried to locate what had made the sound. Standing at the end of the road they had been making their way down was a small creature with pitch black eyes and tiny sharp teeth inside a mouth that was covered in blood.

Short after a security guard ran towards me ‘Follow me Luna I’ll lead you to somewhere safe’ ‘What is going on?’ ‘The Rogues are attacking again’ ‘What!’ both I and the she-wolf said simultaneously ‘This Way’ he led me outside where I saw members of our pack fighting rogues. ‘I’ll protect you Luna’ he transformed and attacked a nearby rogue He was so distracted by the Rogue that he didn’t notice when one passed by and leaped for me. I didn’t know how to fight so I just closed my eyes waiting for the pain to befall me but it didn’t and when I opened them Steven stood protectively in front of me and the rogue was unconscious on the floor

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest. Lyra, perched atop a rocky outcrop, surveyed the scene with unwavering resolve. Her silver hair, usually a cascade of shimmering beauty, was now bound tightly in a practical braid, the silver glinting like a warrior’s crown. Beside her, her second-in-command, a grizzled ShadowClan veteran named Rhys, stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his curved blade. Their faces were grim, etched with the weight of the impending battle, but their eyes burned with a fierce determination.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.