Warrior Cats Outcast Novels & Stories

Hearing battle cries from over near the packhouse, Mikhail decided to thank his rescuers later as he swiftly changed directions, howling his fury at the mangy rogues daring to enter their territory. The Howling Warriors were experienced fighters, and as Mikhail came upon the scene, he was pleased to find that they were dominating the fight against the rogues. But there were still more casualties that he could see, and their medical supplies were going to be sorely depleted at this rate. A growl from behind caused Mikhail to swing around in a defensive position, and in his moment of distraction, a large grey wolf had managed to sneak up on him. The rogue wore his battle scars with pride, and

before Aron could finish, a curse rang out from behind and as all of them swivelled their heads to look at the source of the cursing, Reyna wasn’t surprised that it was Diskant who was spouting curses after curses for Glenn. “ We are sorry about this,” said Reyna though she didn’t stop Diskant from his cursing session, if she was being honest, she too wanted to curse just like him. A hybrid wolf that can morph his appearance? No wonder, Glenn was never caught in his dirty deals...if such a pawn was in his hands even she would have a hard time catching him. “ This guy named CAT, is he the only one or there are more?”

“Your uncle may have elite forces under his control. But he does not realize… some of his enemies survived.” “What do you mean?” “This valley is where The Outcasts gather,” Dorian says while pointing at the map, his eyes gleaming wildly with excitement. “Former Alphas and elite soldiers who rebelled against Alpha Garson are hiding there.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “There is a good chance the people still loyal to your late father were exiled there as well,” Dorian continues. “No! They’re rogues! If we step into that place, they’ll tear us apart before we can even speak!” Alaric refuses immediately.

She leaned into me instead, and I put my arm around her, and we sat like that in the quiet with the letter resting on the bed beside her until Tobias knocked and pushed the door open. "I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, and then he told us anyway. Finn's remaining loyalists had surfaced under new leadership. A warrior named Cato, who had escaped during the castle battle, had pulled together approximately eighty wolves from what remained of Nightshadow's scattered forces and was operating out of unclaimed territory northeast of the pack's original border. He was two weeks away from filing a formal territorial council challenge against my claim over Nightshadow Pack, which would force a session

First soft, then louder, until the entire hall thundered with it: “Shift! Shift! Shift!” The ancient call of the packs. The demand of tradition. Blake rose first, golden eyes gleaming. His tunic slipped from his shoulders as he stepped forward, the air trembling with the anticipation of his shift. His body rippled, muscles twisting, fur erupting in a flash of light until his great golden lycan stood before them, towering, radiant, every inch a king of flesh and spirit. The crowd howled.

Before leaving, Oliver said in a commanding tone, "Calista's eighteenth birthday is the day after tomorrow. It'll be her first shift. Come back once you're done with work." I remembered my first shift when I was 18 and pursed my lips tightly. A year ago, Oliver and Jimmy locked me up in the cellar because I refused to let Calista have my bedroom. I completely lost track of time in the dark environment. Oliver and Jimmy had completely forgotten about my first shift. It was a full moon. Oliver as the Alpha and Jimmy as the Beta had to leave to deal with an emergency in the pack, leaving only Lucy, Calista, and I at home.

Maybe if they stepped outside, they would be able to gather information about me. A few days later, they set out together. Strangely enough, the meeting with the Alpha from the Maple Pack was set in a human-run inn. Then again, the Maple Pack's Alpha was said to be a half-breed—half-wolf, half-human. So, it wasn't entirely out of place. That night, after I had finished cleaning the inn and was about to head to my room, Damian called out to me. "Violet, prepare some refreshments for the lounge. I'm expecting guests," Damian instructed.

Claire asked as we stepped into the castle thirty minutes later. "They are stubborn. They refuse to mention anything about Duncan's hideout but I was able to find out that the councils are indeed trying to create Lycan warriors" He explained making our eyes go wide, Lycan warriors? The councils are no doubt preparing for war but a war against what? To take over Jet's pack? Or what else are they after? Global domination?

I've missed all of this. I have always loved what the club stood for. Having no family of my own, except for Miss O'Neal, has always made me an outcast. It was nice to come to a place where an outcast makes you a member, regardless of the patch. The Nightmare Warriors have always welcomed me with open arms. Candice finds me a few moments later sitting at the bar. All the members have gone in the room to start church so I had to make my own drink. Good thing I know my way around a bar.

I explain, and Chloe smiles. "Outcast is an awesome place. Please take my word for it. They aren't disorganized. Wolves are housed according to their reason for being there. For example, older wolves who are widowed or wolfless live together. Rejected wolves live together. Wolves waiting to meet the soulmate housed together. Once you leave, you will be housed with other wolves our age searching for their mate. There are get-togethers...My point is don't stress. Outcast works. You will find her if she is there," Chloe says, and my stomach unknots a tiny bit.