Warrior Cats X Reader Novels & Stories

Without a word, he signaled his warriors, and they moved as one, a force of nature descending upon the coven. The warriors tore down the door and Xavier shifted into his human form before marching in like he owned the place and was ready to kill. The sight before him had his heart ache and anger fuel. Athena dropped down to her knees in her weakest and broken version he had ever witnessed. The witch who was seeming to perform some spells on her got distracted with the intrusion which allowed her to give a break to Athena's suffering. Nate and Ned, taken by surprise, immediately shifted into their wolves before defending themselves from the warriors wrath. The witch tried to run away before o

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”

“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.”

There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war. Adharva followed him and he felt the man freeze even 500 yard away from him when Adharva moved. But then he looked at the deer who caught up to him and he looked like an angel flying as he played with the deer. He reached the end of the clearing and the moonlight fell on his face and Adharva was shocked as he learned who it was. Warrior Eloy is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He saw the warrior tie up the hair and it settled around him, the foreboding aura settling in. The transition was fascinating to watch and he was drawn to it like a moth to flame.

“You address me as Alpha.” “Thank you,” I said, glancing at him. Now was the moment of truth. There was a murmur from the warriors surrounding the werecats, and I looked to see a warrior edging his way in. He nervously glanced at the werecats as he scooted past them and jogged up the steps to whisper to Alpha Raymond.

Aiden snarled, shoving him back even as another rogue lunged. They finished the wolf together—Aiden’s fist to the throat, Dante’s knee to the ribs. The rogue crumpled. Silence fell. The last wolf hit the floor, groaning. Both heirs stood heaving, bloodied, backs still pressed together. The warehouse stank of blood and sweat, broken crates scattered across the floor. Slowly, they turned to face each other. Aiden’s gray eyes burned with suspicion. Dante’s golden ones burned with fire. “They wore your crest,” Aiden rasped.

Behind her, she felt it before she heard him. Heat. Power. Breath. And then—voice. “You are not ready to leave.” His voice was low, almost quiet, but the sound of it vibrated through the walls like it was born from the mountain itself. She turned slowly, her body trembling. The Warlord stood at the end of the corridor. He wore only a long black robe, open and hanging loose around his hips, revealing the breadth of his scarred, scaled chest. His bare feet were silent against the stone. He looked more myth than man—effortless, commanding, as calm as if he’d been expecting her.

I slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The moment Kael noticed I was awake, he patted the warrior's shoulder and pointed toward the door. The warrior immediately understood and left the room. I watched him disappear before turning back to Kael. I honestly don't believe Kael is actually a bully. Nyra's voice echoed. ‘And why would he be?’ Can't you see it? That warrior is literally terrified of him. ‘But you're not’ I frowned. Maybe he doesn't want to prey on me.

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.