Warriors Cats Brightheart Novels & Stories

Riley muttered, folding her arms. Suddenly, Armani stepped forward. “Today, my brothers and I will be sending some Wild Cats on a mission,” he announced. Riley’s eyes lit up as she listened closely. “This mission isn’t particularly difficult,” Armani continued. “So the Wild Cats selected will be those ranked from the bottom—numbers one hundred to ninety.” Riley smiled. “I’m ranked one hundred,” she said a little too loudly. “So I’ll be going.” The hall went silent. Everyone turned to stare at her—most of them glaring, confused by her obvious excitement.

Could she have been purposefully hiding them? It would've made sense for her to be ashamed of them. The only ones who wore scars like those proudly were Blood Whores, Dhampir women who willingly let Moroi men bite them during sex in exchange for favors—or even just for the thrill of the high. And that's exactly what this vile, two-faced, narcissistic, sack of shit had reduced her to. A Blood Whore. "Speaking of your recent victory," chimed Adrian from across the table, "whatever became of that Sage Princess?"

Mathias stands over me, offering his hand “This is why she needed to be here. Only she can quell my beast. It’s always a risk that he will take things too far.” I take his hand, letting him help me to my feet. I’m not injured, I’m already healing. Though the reality is – he could have easily killed me. His beast was unhinged. “Holy moons! Did you see how big Sir Crimson's cat was?” I frown and tilt my head to the warrior who spoke. “He was as big as the bear king!” The warrior said with astonishment. I could also detect the pride and excitement he had for the fight.

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”

Everyone who already did was thrown defenseless against her skills in fighting. Yep! Behind that princess-like feature hides a badass warrior whom I and my pack could rely on. Thea, being a warrior, was one of a kind. In our world where there were mostly men being in the line of strongest troops, she broke that and made herself the best in our pack. She was one of Autumn Breeze’s best warriors. Hard to imagine considering that she was just five feet, two inches in height. Beta Thea Smith was a petite girl, who would have thought that with that body, she already fought against a lot? Her skin was pale and she had pixie-cut hair.

He stepped forward, a signal for his warriors to take us captive. They closed in on us and we tried to fight back, but the warriors were just too strong. "You see, we were out on a yearly raid on rogue packs, and still on it we heard of the death of brave Alpha Darius, so we returned, only to see prisoners claiming to rule over us? That's a shame," the beta stated as we struggled with the warriors. "He's got healing powers, and he could use it to zap out your wolves!!" " Raven !! " I called in an attempt to shut her up. I knew for sure I would lose if I got in a battle with the warriors, powers or not, and I surely didn't know how to zap out wolves yet.

Andrew says. “How do you know so much about imperials wolves?” I ask. “Easy, my brother Bret married an imperial. She is a great girl, but man, she is strong. That girl is something else. Depending on your hierarchy in the pack has a lot to do with the powers she has,” Andrew says. “Kate is the granddaughter of an Alpha and is about to be Luna,” I say. “Yeah, then she is going to be a damn warrior. Meek little Kate a damn warrior, how about that,” Andrew says.

“She shielded Elara during the ambush. Took the brunt of the attack. Didn’t even make a sound.” Lyra felt a sharp pang of grief. Rhea, a young ShadowClan warrior, known for her quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, had given her life to protect Elara, a Silvermoon healer. The sacrifice was a testament to the depth of the bond that had formed between the two packs, a bond forged not just in shared battles but in mutual respect and selfless devotion.

Dodging he extended his wings as his smile turned into a frown. "You really are going to be defiant to the very end aren't you?" He asked snapping his fingers. The two dark warriors that had arrived with Rathial began to advance on Elaina. Moving she flipped over the first one and wrapped an arm around his throat. Growling she began squeezing. The warrior easily grabbed hold of her wrist and began to twist causing pain to shoot up Elaina's arm. Yelping she let go losing her balance just as the other warrior snuck up behind her knocking her out.

Now my head is held high in determination, mirroring my wolf. "I am so proud of you Raven. You are more than I could have ever imagined and I am so glad that my daughters found eachother to go through this life with. You will be an amazing Moon Warrior." She is filled with so much pride and appreciation that they are brightly lit in her eyes for all to see. "Your daughters? Moon Warrior? What are you talking about?" It's just one thing after another with these people.