Warrior Cats Smut Novelas e Histórias

With that in mind, Fane was already next to Alfred, shielding Alfred behind him. He looked at the warrior from Sacred Water Continent coldly. That warrior smirked at Fane. "You know him? He's a warrior from Hestia Continent too? That's great then. I'll deal with you two together. If not for the slaughter game, you wouldn't be worth ten million spirit crystals. You should thank the slaughter game for your value!" The warrior was basically calling Fane and Alfred trash. Alfred was already used to it. He had been chased by that person the whole time and had heard various things that person said.

Kate held onto Izzy’s hand with both of hers and whispered quietly to Izzy. “Breathe, Iz. Calm down. He won’t try anything here in the open. Breathe, it’s ok,” Kate slowly scooted closer to Izzy when she suddenly smelled pine and grass, fresh air and ocean breeze. The best smell she had ever encountered was hitting her senses in waves of glorious scent. She looked up with a start and locked eyes with a tall warrior. His dark hair was falling across his forehead and he wore a smirk on his face. Kate’s look of interest quickly switched to panic. She’d finally found her mate. At the worst possible moment.

I admit while rubbing my bump smoothing my shirt that rode up. “Congratulations on your pups, it’s not brave to do what’s right. I should have done more long ago and fought for the women of our pack, I’m stronger than most of our warriors. Alpha Lucas treats us like slaves and makes anyone who disagrees with him rogue without a second thought,” Kitty speaks with a sad nearly lost expression when I grab her hand and motioning for her to sit across from me.

"Moonwhisper's rejected Luna..." "They say she burned her own mating bond..." "Look at the way she carries herself—like an Alpha..." Callista squeezed my arm as three broad-shouldered warriors materialized from the smoky haze. The tallest—a russet-haired Beta with battle scars crisscrossing his neck—leaned in with a wolfish grin. "Care for some company, lovely Luna?" His scent—pine and musk—rolled over me. Callista arched a brow. "Oh, we absolutely—"

I’d be really fucked if I killed them. The last two were shitting themselves. I gave them props for still coming at me. They followed their Alpha even though they’d just watched four of their buddies get absolutely wrecked. One actually got close and just as I was about to punch his lights out, he shifted and his teeth latched onto my arm. Cackling, I had to give it to the guy for ingenuity. He needed to have his shift down so that his head shifted before anything else. It was pretty good. However, I grabbed his head, much like the other wolf and tore him off my arm. I heard Katerina scream but I just threw the warrior like he was a baseball in my hand. He went flying and smacked into a tree

he huffed, and my excitement deflated right along with him. Samson came slinking out and gave Faro a head nod. Laughing at him, Faro questioned him, “You're a wizard, Samson; surely you can figure out what Muss Sunrise’s genetics are?!” Shaking his head, Samson hissed, “I believe that she is his mate. Other than that, I can't do shit as a cat! All I can do is talk and be mistreated by the sex demon.”

She scrolled through new edits of Kai —sweaty stage shots, the way his shirt clung to his body dancing, that intense stare. She liked a few, then went over to the comments under her latest fanfic post. Fans were going wild. “Kai is so wild in this chapter omg I bet he’s a beast in bed 😩” “Someone please give me one night with him, I’d let him ruin me” “The way he eats her out… he’s definitely that freaky irl” Lila smirked, a secret thrill running through her. She typed a quick comment: “Trust me… he’s even better in real life than you can imagine 🔥”

I'm not that childish. “Of course, I find you beautiful, Reui. You're MY mate,” I said, emphasizing ‘my’ to provoke Catherine, which was successful because I saw her face turned sour from the corner of my eyes. I smirked. “Hmm, it's saddening that I wasn't the one who first saw this beautiful and impressive wolf of yours, but I'm sure, the feeling is mutual, right? You want me to be the sole witness to see you first shift. Am I right?” He nodded as if he understood me well. My smirk grew until I was actually grinning.

Dom’s broad baritone echoed off the canyon stone, carrying the terrifying, double-toned roar of a prime Alpha warlord, "this pass is closed." For a second, silence hung over the gorge. Then, the cultist commander—a hulking, scarred Lycan wearing plate armor forged from crimson glass—raised his jagged broadsword. "Tear him to pieces!" the commander shrieked. A wave of fifty shadow-mutated warriors charged forward, their blood-red eyes gleaming as their claws scraped against the rock floor. Dom didn't back up an inch. He moved forward to meet them, a tornado of platinum-gold fire and lethal precision.

Jessa said, taking hold of the warrior's mind. The warrior kicked off the floor, sliding with silky grace over the bar. "Hey, you can’t be back here," the bartender told him as he hopped down beside him. The warrior batted her glittering eyelashes with false modesty. Then he grabbed the human bartender and kissed him hard on the lips. His fingers, tipped with dark polish, clawed through the human hair, scraping down his stubbled jaw. The long-haired warrior was kissing the bartender back, and he wasn’t being gentle about it either.