Warrior Cats Outcast Novels & Stories

His black hair shifted gently beneath the breeze, while his cold silver eyes carried the same intimidating gaze I remembered. Back then, everyone feared him. They called him arrogant and cold. Some believed it was because Silver Moon owned the strongest academy among all the packs. Others simply said… Cassian had never smiled a day in his life. The warriors shoved me forward until I landed on my knees before him. "Future Alpha," the head warrior said with a respectful bow. "We caught this woman stealing the Moon Orchid." "I wasn't stealing it," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Kat's ears swiveled, alert for any signs of danger, but all seemed peaceful. Too peaceful, she realized with a start. The woods were never this quiet unless... "Ambush!" Kat yelled, whirling around, but it was too late. The enemy warriors dropped down from the trees, landing lightly on their feet to surround Kat's small group. She counted at least twelve of them, all heavily armed and staring at her with hatred in their eyes. "Well, well," one of them drawled, flipping a knife casually in his hand. "Look what we have here. Poaching our omegas again, Kat?"

There were over 50 packs in the kingdom of Astoria, including different shapeshifters, including werecats, panthers, foxes, bears, coyotes, wolves and lycans, and half of them were still not progressed enough to allow education for all, especially for their omegas who were forced to choose only the mediocre professions. But some of them, like Amelia's dad, Alpha Rolland, were progressive thinkers and they could sway the council votes to a majority with well placed incentives, and Adrian was already thinking of ways to convince them, as they walked out of the door. The sky had turned dark and the tall mountains looked eerily majestic. The air was strangely still and quiet and Adrian felt a ch

he replies, taunting me, and still, his steel eyes hold my own, defying me to respond. My anger boils to the surface, a raging force ready to tear him down from the pedestal he placed himself. "Why don't you come and find out," I snap, holding his gaze. Ryan inhales sharply. Challenging an alpha is a serious matter; no one does it lightly. A fight between an alpha and a member is a battle for the title. The loser becomes a rogue- a werewolf with no pack, cast aside, unable to ever return to the pack's system. The rogue also bears the mark of the disgraced, a scratch made by the alpha's claws on the left side of the face.

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

The town of Limerick was small and I ported us right to the front gate leading to the Elder hall. The two warriors standing guard gaped open mouthed at us as we suddenly just appeared in front of them. “Alpha Damon Woods, Enforcer pack,” Damon announced himself, “Enforcer Griffin Woods and Enforcer Jett McDaniels.” “Who is your feline companion?” the second warrior asked as he eyed Kane. “This is my pet jag, he chews the couch whenever I leave him home alone,” I said and Kane glared at me.

I felt his glare blazing into my back as I left. Just my luck, I ran away from one bastard only to bump into another but I refused to let one encounter ruin my evening. My absence would affect Cairh's race for Alpha because everyone would know him as an oath breaker. Alyssa would never forgive me but I found myself laughing. My rebellion felt good, Cairh could go and suck a donkey's balls. "Want a shot?" Another waitress asked and I grinned.

the man says suddenly in a condescending tone that makes me want to scream at him. Instead, I look away from him. I won't let him see me cry or panic. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction. Chloe and I were only here to help the situation between humans and wolves. Outcast is a place of peace and these people have ruined that. They hate me because I have a wolf spirit inside of me. I have done nothing to them and I do not deserve his hatred. Their species is the one who deserves hate. They have killed today.

A sick smirk graces his face and triumphant glint gleams in his beady eyes. Bastard “I Tomislav Oresic, Challenge the princess for the right to the crown!” All eyes turn to the hulking werecat that stands up amongst the crowd, a man who was sitting to the left of Maydor’s tent. The dude is huge, built like a werewolf with mean eyes and bulking muscles. A man I had never seen before - a werecat who was not a warrior but was built like a brick shit house and twice as intimidating.

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."