Warrior Cats One Eye Novels & Stories

Just sixty seconds of not being watched. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes and breathed. "You look tired," said a voice. I opened my eyes. A man stood a few feet away. Not one of Kenny's pack. I knew all of their faces by now. Not anyone I recognized from the supernatural world or the human one. Medium height. Quiet eyes. The particular quality of stillness that was completely different from Kenny's, not a predator's stillness but something more like a man who had nothing to prove.

I say before turning back to the warriors; they seem uneasy under my gaze as they all fidget. "How did you even kill him, if you don’t mind me asking?" One of the guys asks, and I don’t bother checking to see which one. "I didn’t," I respond flatly. I walk up to one warrior who won’t make eye contact with me at all. Four loud growls rumble behind me, sounding like one massive growl. I stop immediately and whip my head around to the four behind me, trying to figure out what the hell their problem is. They are staring at the warrior and not making eye contact with me at all for some reason. I turn back to the warrior and take one more step, so I am right in front of him, a little over a foot a

Her icy blue eyes, sharp and penetrating, hid the ferocity of the warrior beneath. "Eira," I said, my voice softening slightly. "Just like the snow, beautiful, cold, and unyielding." Eira’s lips parted in surprise, and a rare flush of emotion crossed her usually composed face. She bowed her head. "I appreciate it, my lady," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Finally, I turned to the last of the six, a brown-haired werewolf with bright, lively eyes. Though the shortest among them, his compact frame radiated energy and confidence. His golden-brown eyes gleamed with a mix of hope and determination, his youthful spirit shining through.

Every movement was calculated, a dance of controlled power, the eyes holding a wisdom that transcended mere instinct. Mateo's wolf, on the other hand, boasted a more playful demeanor, a living artwork of russet and copper, with patches of snowy white adorning its paws and chest. Its eyes sparkled with mischief, but behind the playfulness lay a fierce warrior, loyal and ready to defend its pack.

said the warrior standing on the right side of the one with the bright green eyes. “Mayhap she is mute?” said another warrior as he stepped forward. He had long black hair, thick eyebrows, and a rough countenance that spoke to years of battle and deprivation. He could’ve been the age of the other men, or he could’ve been the father of the men standing nearby, or at least the right age group. He had a little hint of concern in his gaze when he looked at her.

The maid had her eyes shut tight, trying to endure the pain. The Alpha stood there panting, looking at her lying beneath him. Her pussy was oozing out his cum. She finally opened her eyes, and their eyes met. Alpha James had a smile on his face as he looked at her. She turned away from him and her eyes met her mates' eyes. Alpha James followed her gaze and his smile disappeared. The warrior who had been in the room earlier stood at the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, a glare of anger in his eyes.

And this measly warrior was nothing, compared to the aura that had poured off a furious, blood-thirsty Alpha. I spit the snow in my mouth straight at his eyes. He roars. And for the split second he lifts his paw off my chest to wipe his eyes, I dash out from underneath him. I scream Noel’s name, but the only thing I hear back is silence. I see his body, motionless underneath the other warrior as he bends his head over his throat. I can’t see his amber eyes. “Fucking Omega.”

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

He said through gritted teeth. "You're too cocky." I said to him. My pack and the Moonlight pack joined forces and defeated the enemy. Arthur's left eye was pierced by my claw and it was dripping blood. His warriors protectively fled around him. I leapt onto a boulder and threw my head back with a triumphant growl.

I was now left with whatever leftovers each town had to offer. I wore my navy suit today, affixed with the High Moon crest. It was tailored to my broad, wide shoulders, and made my way through the village. The townspeople quickly moved out of my way and bowed in respect. Some tried not to stare at the gash under my eye. The battle took place years before. If the beast had been an inch higher, I would have lost my right eye. My dark obsidian eyes... The Goddess gave me these eyes to match my stoic face and furrowed brows. My hair was wild and unkept. I cared little what people thought of me and made no effort to hide my disdain.