Warrior Cats Ships Novels & Stories

“I have fought in the first war, Alpha…I have experience.” “This is different…” “I still have more experience than all three of you combined,” Asher was about to argue, but Logan placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. “How many allies do we have?” Joseph demanded. “WillowCreek, BlueHounds, BlueMoon…” Noah said. “BlackWater…” Catalina responded, her eyes red with fury and tears as she finally turned to face us. She looked so enraged, all that pain she must have felt now transformed into anger.

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.

Liam pulled a long, brass spyglass from his belt and offered it to Dante. “Our western coast outlook just sent out a mayday," Liam said, his expression etched with sheer severity. "The fleet just entered the harbor, Alpha. They didn‘t arrive from the Nightlands; they crossed the ocean.” Dante’s jaw tightened. "Humans?" "No." Liam shook his head. “Wolves. Yet not as we are. Alpha...hoards of them, in hundreds of huge armored warships. And they bear a sigil I have only seen in the pages of the oldest, deepest history tomes.”

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

Even her cousins were so impressed. All ships except one who had to stay behind to clean up everything returned to the kingdom with the largest smile on their faces. Musa’s ship was left here to find the enemy corpses that were either floating or sinking into the ocean. All the green ships were large, comparable to the white ship. The white ship was Shadow’s personal ride and she just used it to oversee the fight in case something went awry. Although she should be cold and cruel to their enemies, Shadow couldn’t turn her head to the soldiers that were forced to clash with her and her people. There was someone’s family, someone’s son, someone’s daughter, someone’s partner, etc.

the corporal shouted. I watched as our three stolen ships, the Sun’s Fury, the Dawn Treader, and the Gilded Hawk, broke formation. They weren't running. They were diving into the swarm of Northern destroyers like wolves attacking a herd of bison. "They're outnumbered ten to one," I whispered, sweat stinging my eyes. "They can't win a dogfight." "They aren't trying to win," Ashren's voice echoed in my memory. "They’re buying time." "Ground assault!" Jace, the lieutenant in charge of beach defense, cut into the comms. "They’re launching drop pods! They’re coming through the shield!"

The female cats with their wolf pack mates stayed to the rear for the same reason. Most of the surrounding jungle was cleared away. Dmitri could see permanent living quarters in the distance, but their enemy wasn't yet coming out to play. The Moor said they had more than three hundred cats. Suddenly, gunfire sounded in the distance and it took everything Dmitri had to hold his position. Each clan had a job and he would do his. Esta noticed the large group of enemy first, kissed her mate, and charged with the other females. "I'm winning this bet, but I'll let you win the next one."

I find myself seductively replying. “Valid point my Queen. It is my every desire to spend all evening making you scream out my name as you reach your climax and come undone at my touch,” he whispers in my ear making me shudder at his words. Mutually deciding to put a little space between ourselves we mingle with those present. As the party winds down for a close for the evening, several Alpha’s have pledged their support to us for the coming days. We have a war to prepare for with Augustus. Luna’s have offered their skills to help with the after math that no doubt effect all the packs. Luna Eve also offered her home to help as a hospital or refuge for families. It seems we have lots of suppo

That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on time. One of the young pups glanced to War, giving him a half smile before his eyes raked over Pomelia. "Oh we have a priestess? Alpha I thought you said we don't do religious things?" "She's not a priestess," Khan announced as he rose up to his feet, four bands of cash in his hands. He threw each wad at the four who presented it to him. "That's War's mate. Pomelia meet the boys, boys meet Pomelia."

Somito’s voice was filled with a sudden, eerie relief. "They're not following because they know what's coming," Nomo realized, his eyes widening as he looked at the radar. A massive, purple blip had appeared directly above them, descending from the highest strata of the atmosphere. It wasn't a Flyer. It was a "Void-Cruiser," a heavy-class warship of the Royal Navy. It looked like a floating cathedral of bone and iron, its underside glowing with the ominous light of a dozen massive cannons. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," Somito whispered.