Warrior Cats Outcast Novels & Stories

"No. It means we do not leave anyone behind. Listen up here, Silent because I don't want to repeat myself. I may have been against you working with us at the start. I still am but for the time being, you are one of us. You are an Outcast, and we Outcasts help one another. So lead the way. You and the rest of the team can fight in front. I'll cover us from the rear." I stare at an exhausted, slouching QuickShot who is using her bow as more of a walking stick than an actual bow. I look her in the eyes, and then in the eyes of the other threes. "As a knight," SpeedBlade says, stepping forth. "I am to give my life to my fellow warrior." "As an elf," JumpStart goes on, raising his hand. "Well, we

Moreover, they held similar stoic looks. “It clearly seems, they don’t want you anymore, your out of their life now, you got to move on without them. This house, is what it is..” “What do you mean?” “We were all cast out, by family, by friends, by Love ones. And here we’re. We grow stronger. And deal with everyone who dealt with us. Revenge it is for us.” Elina looked at him, with the tears streaming down her face, she didn’t bother, wiping them off. But just let it flow.

Rhychard tried to stop the elf from talking more, but the apprentice just rambled on without thinking about what he said. "This is a Warrior of the Way. He couldn't just stand by and allow some creatures of the Void to work their evil upon you." The elf leaned down and nudged the kid in the ribs. "Besides, Warriors are pretty hard to kill." Rhychard rolled his eyes as he slammed his fists onto his hips and turned his face to the sky. He was going to kill Famallumi and send him back to the Land Under in small boxes. Finally, Rhychard turned his focus back to the boy. Timmy squinted his eyes as he stared at the elf with a look of disbelief. "Yeah, he sounds crazy," Rhychard said. "He is crazy.

I said letting my emotions bleed into my statement. “I did, but just because I am your mate doesn’t make me lesser than you. I am to be your equal Cain. Not your precious little ornament that you only take down for special occasions. I am still a warrior. And a damn good one. Either you see that or you don't. But you do not get to turn me into your mindless drone with sex.” She cried out and using my wolf speed I moved around behind her and drew out my claws as I drew my claw downwards cutting the ropes off around her arms. I did the same to the ropes binding her legs to the legs of the chair.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

However, the screams only got louder. I sat on the bed and covered my ears but then I heard a male voice saying, "you are just an omega, whereas I am a warrior who fights for and protects this pack. Consider it a privilege that I want to fuck you and satisfy my lust." I closed my eyes as my blood began to boil. The omega cried, "please, I beg you to let me go. Leave me alone." I heard the warrior punch her and warned, "shut the fuck up and don't provoke me. All the warriors are busy and no one will be able to help you. I choose this location because it's far from the main pack.

A low growl instantly rumbled through the warriors surrounding us. My father stood a little apart from the others, silent and still, flanked by several of his most powerful head warriors. He said nothing, but his aura said everything; one wrong move from the opposing pack, and he would not hesitate. “A-Alpha Conrad refuses to allow me inside the territory so I can speak with you,” Ned explained carefully. “Because ungrateful wolves are not welcome in my territory!” our father snapped coldly. The Ravencrest warriors bristled at the insult, a few of them baring their fangs instinctively. Our own warriors immediately responded with warning growls, ready to attack the second Father gave the orde

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Alliance formed. Callum is now providing security for Isla's network. Three shelters. Seventy-four wolves. Growing organization of packless creatures. My brother is organizing the outcasts. Building something in the wasteland where he was supposed to disappear. Rage builds in my chest. Pure, overwhelming rage. "He was supposed to disappear," I say out loud. "He was supposed to break. Die. Go feral. Anything except this." Marcus stays silent. Omegas don't speak unless spoken to.

take control for the hunt he lead the warriors into the forest beyond the border of the pack after the cats. For me I was going after the first cat that tried to set a trap for us. One thing I knew about cat shifters was the fact that they are fast but arrogant and cocky. This would be easy and fun for me. I ran at full speed following the scent of the cat while feeling Maxim thru the bond he has with Reya. I followed the cat until his scent started to become really strong then I stopped and took in my surroundings looking for the trap he set for the wolves. I noticed on the ground there were large metal traps with teeth that would catch a wolf cutting into his leg and trapping him. The cat