Warrior Cats Scenes Novels & Stories

In a rather swift and deadly turn, David pierced one of the warriors with his claws, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the air. "Take that!!" David muttered, cleaning off his claws in the warrior's clothes. The warrior only let out a pained yelp,his body crumpling to the ground. "Leo!!" David roared, urging him to charge forward and attack the adversary. Leo did as commanded, and with a swift kick and a swipe of his claws, he took down the other warrior. The warrior's body hit the ground with a loud thud, his eyes getting frozen in a permanent stare.

Not yet. “Kitten,” Sabastian cajoles as I meet his deep, dark brown eyes. “Given them too her, they don’t need to see this.” I look at him for a moment, debating my options. I can’t put them down, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare them or scar them for life. I don’t know what I am about to see, but it is nothing good. “The house is surrounded by warriors. They will be okay,” he prods as I slowly let their little feet hit the floor.

“We could use your help.” Shadow smirked, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that made my stomach twist. He leaned back in his chair, studying me. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until he finally spoke. “You know what you’re asking, right?” His voice was low, almost a growl. “This isn’t some favor between friends. This is war. And if I step into this mess, throw my boys into a war with the Russians, it’s not for the Warriors… It’s for you.”

Just keep going Liv. *Author's note: This is the third book of my Shadow Warrior's series and it is not meant to be read as a stand alone book. The order of the books are: The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf and then The Warrior's Demon Mate. I have also just uploaded Alpha Ridge which is a stand-alone book and gives insight into some other characters you met in the Shadow Warrior series. Thank you for reading!*

Mike is ahead of me. Alpha- at the construction site. My heart squeezes—our young families and Scott. Adrenaline fills our veins, and we fly past the other warriors. Once we hit the construction site, iron fills our nose. About thirty rogues are fighting our young males and females. No pups are visible, which is good. But the construction workers are also being attacked. I sprint to the wolf sneaking up on Scott, who is doing great against the wolf in front of him. I tear the filth's throat out easily and stand with my back against Scott, protecting him from being blindsided again. My warriors have arrived, and the rogues begin to retreat.

However, we don’t get any rest, as Zee and Scott bring another severely injured warrior from one of our packs. The beta continues to sit and watch us as Katelyn and I take the injured black and brown wolf. Just like before, she and I begin healing the warrior as soon as we gently lay his limp body on the ground. The beta watches closely as the warrior’s wounds heal within seconds and the warrior’s breathing evens out. The beta leans closer as he continues to stare at the warrior while his eyes widen. “Wow. Did you just heal him?” My mate hums, “Yes.”

I said and teleported away, allowing my wolf to direct me. Within seconds, I appeared in the woods, only to see Catherine on the ground being surrounded by two men. As I saw the fear in Catherine's eyes, my wolf howled in rage, reminding me of my duty to protect her. With anger coursing through my veins, I lashed out at the men, leaving them writhing in pain on the ground. I bounced on them each, letting my anger fuel my every move.

ALARIC'S POV The battlefield had become a blur of motion and chaos. The scent of blood, sweat, and fear clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of adrenaline. Warriors fought in wolf form, their bodies flashing in the dim light, their howls and growls reverberating through the chaos. The air was thick with tension, the earth shaking beneath the ferocity of their battle. Alaric’s heart pounded as he moved through the battlefield, each step purposeful and calculated. His silver fur gleamed, an unspoken symbol of his power and dominance as the Eclipse Wolf. His eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the horizon, knowing the final showdown was approaching.

She clenched her fist tightly against her sword and looked at the warriors, pointing the sword at them. “Anyone of you wish for death?” She asked, and they all shook their heads, exchanging glances with each other. “Then bark and beg for your lives.” She growled as Sberbank beat her feet against the ground. All the werewolf warriors reluctantly fell to the ground except one, and they all began to bark and beg for their lives. “Please, spare our lives.” Their cries filled the air and Reya smiled at this, glancing at me. Soon, her eyes landed on the warrior, who didn't bark nor beg for his life to be spared.

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.