Warrior Cats X Reader Novels & Stories

Jael asks. "You were all in the woods, and if you haven't noticed, rogues are attacking." Gemma glares. "We should be doing more," Tyler says. "Nonsense, that is what the warriors are trained for," Gemma states. "What do you think we were training for?" He looks at her. "You're not a warrior," Gemma adds. Jael gasps. Lia groans. That was the wrong answer. "No, I'm an alpha," he growls. "And alpha's don't run from a fight."

She felt drawn to him, and as she took two steps forward with her hand reaching out to him, the tall mysterious warrior was tackled to the ground by the Beta. A battle cry was torn from the warrior's full lips as he picked Beta Daniel up like he was light as a feather, which she knew not to be true because he was built like a goddamn tank; all the werewolves were. The Betas' nails extended into claws and he used them to slash the warrior across the face and arms. Blood seeped from the warrior's wounds, but it did not falter his movements as he crushed the Betas body against the same wall he had Mira pressed upon.

A warrior asked. "Yes he is, his face is menacing just like the other warriors said. " Another warrior spoke. Suddenly, Rioka looked at them with menacing look. They changed their gaze as their body starts to shiver. "Anyway, what's your name? " Rioka asked the lone warrior. "Tokiyo. " A small sound came out of the lone warrior's mouth. "Tokiyo huh, your rhyuk is so suppressed, to the point that I can't even sense it at all. You reminds me of someone." Rioka smiled at the sky.

All I want to do is search for my mate so I quickly walk up to introduce ourselves to get this over with. "I'm Allistar, Top warrior and this is our future Alpha Dimitri. It's nice to be here and we are excited to be here to help train the warriors." I introduce myself while shaking everyones hands. Once I reach the Beta son I can faintly smell the scent I caught early of my mate. I wonder if they know eachother. Oh goddess, I hope they aren't anything more than friends. I wouldn't want any issues with the future Beta by taking his girl. I guess I'll have to wait and see.

Her friends giggled. Even I couldn’t stop my mouth from laughing at these girls. Yes, the warriors looked like they came out of a magazine cover titled Alpha Candy. One of them flexed his arms and kissed his biceps, knowing very well a group of she-wolves was watching. His eyes met mine and he winked. I immediately got repulsed. “Let’s go,” I said to Alicia. “Come on, a little while more,” she whined, staring at a warrior on the side with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at his warriors with disgust.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

An angry growl vibrated through the quiet forest and before I knew it I was yanked away from the warrior. “You bitch," Xander growled, The warrior stumbled, eyes darting around in panic. "Your Majesty I…I didn't…" he didn't complete whatever he wanted to say before he bolted, leaving just the two of us. I looked up at him with a smirk satisfaction curling in my stomach at the look in his eyes. “You want to be a whore so bad?" he said as his hand wrapped around my neck and a shiver went down my spine at the contact.

I say, voice dripping with false sympathy as blood starts to drip down the wounds on Warrior Garett’s face and into his eyes. Warrior Garett grits his teeth, clearly weighing his options for a moment. I raise an eyebrow and rock back on my heels impatiently. Finally, Warrior Garett seems to realize the only way out of this fight is through. With a fearsome growl, he launches himself towards me, claws extended. I step aside easily, whirling around and raking my claws into his sides. He lets out a sharp scream of pain as blood flies through the air and tufts of matted brown gray fur stick to my claws.

The silver glow flickered one last time, then died completely. The room warmed fractionally. The pressure eased. And in the doorway, the frozen warrior suddenly gasped and collapsed to his knees. He sucked in air like a drowning man. His hands scrambled at his throat, checking that he could move again. That he was free. Xander turned. His cloak swept across the frost on the floor as he walked toward the warrior. Not rushed. Not angry. Just... inevitable. The warrior looked up. Saw his Alpha approaching. Tried to scramble to his feet.

Hector told me that morning in training. Hector and I were gathered around by the warriors, urging us to have a second match. Hector initially refused, but after everyone chanted "Scaredy cat," he accepted. We started circling each other, and I could feel the energy radiating from Hector. He lunged at me, and I blocked him. Then I went on the offensive, and I forced him back. As we continued to fight, I could tell Hector was getting more serious. The intensity in his eyes grew, and his strikes became more precise. I could tell he was focused on more than proving himself; Hector was determined to show the other warriors that he was not a scary cat but a formidable wolf. It was clear that I ha