Warrior Cats Series 2 Book 1 Novels & Stories

Will things work out for them or will he continue to be the bully that he is? Book Two of the Lycan King Series

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

I wondered, sifting through the dust. “Master, take a look at this,” Kitty called out, gesturing toward a tattered leather book lying in the dirt. I approached it, bending down to pick it up. I blew off a thick layer of dust, revealing the word faint on the cover: Diary I turned to the first page. The faded handwriting read: Today I gave birth to my babies, but one is human and the other is a werewolf... Elora said she would kill them. What should I do?

housekeeper replied. "Oh" her face made an O shape. "Liam, honey, your cat is going to be alright. I'm going to the police station and I'll make sure those boys never disturb you again, they'll pay for what they did and I'll swing by tomorrow to take you to meet Pomy. Is that alright?" She was sitting in front of Liam on the ground and was squeezing his hands for assurance. Liam nodded his head in positive. * "You were being strangely nice to the kid, Waniya and Abraham's brother," Yara commented when Minahil came back to her car.

The warrior leading us fall to the ground on his knees. “It's too late for us to talk to her!” I uttered in anger. Calib runs to the cell and looks at the body of a she-wolf lifeless and bath with her blood on the ground. The small door of her cell is also open. “I’m so sorry your majesty, something must have happened.” The warrior bowed to the ground on his bended knees. I look at him and snarled. “Tell me who came here first before us, you must have led somebody in before we asked you!”

**This book is a prequel to the Guardians Trilogy. However, while it starts before the first book in the Trilogy and can be read as a stand alone, it will span the timeframe of both Books 1 and 2. This book will contain spoilers and references discussed in the other books. It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book.

**This book is a prequel to the Guardians Trilogy. However, while it starts before the first book in the Trilogy and can be read as a stand alone, it will span the timeframe of both Books 1 and 2. This book will contain spoilers and references discussed in the other books. It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book.

There was no one, just like the nights before. He felt himself hard and wet, and moaned in shame. Alarick’s name on the tip of his tongue. Sinful, wrong, he thought. But he wanted it anyway. He wanted him. He missed him. It all happened too fast. Two weeks without seeing the warlord felt wrong. It was wrong. There was nothing that smelled like the warlord in his room, there was nothing warm like him… and large like him, so large it could make him forget everything else.

(Marcus POV) Before I called my Dad to ask him what I should do, I decide to see why my mate was there in the weight room in the first place. I remember following her scent to Mrs. Diana Macey office, so I decide to go back to see why my mate was there in the first place. That's when I found some paperwork on her desk and found information on her. I found out her name is Ariana Silverio, her wolfs name is Yue and that her wolf is silver. She's the girl in my dreams with the silver hair, and now I know I had really fucked up big time. I hurry out of the building as I called my dad hoping hell know what I can do to fix this.

The clang of steel against steel rang out as the battle began. Zoe lunged forward, her wolf surging to the surface as she shifted mid-stride. Nila’s white fur gleamed in the ethereal light as she leapt at one of the fae warriors who had descended to the floor. Her claws tore through the warrior’s shimmering armor, the sound of ripping fabric and flesh sending a grim satisfaction through her. The fae let out a shrill cry, collapsing as Zoe whirled to face the next threat.