Warriors Cats Crowfeather Novels & Stories

Rasmus said to Silvia who just stood there quietly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Bring them to the moon pack. I'll make them speak," Hunter said as the warriors nodded. Rasmus glanced at Hunter's hand that was holding Silvia's wrist. "You didn't tell Catherine anything before coming here, she was looking for you," Hunter said as Rasmus' eyes widened slightly.

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

Alpha Kaine POV I stood on the back of my massive black war-steed and watched the chaos unfolding at the edge of the Blackwood valley, while the smell of burning pine and the copper tang of fresh blood filled the air in a way that usually made me feel like a king, but right now I was just feeling annoyed. My lead warriors were supposed to be the best in the northern territories, yet they were being tossed around like straw dolls by a single woman in a broken bone mask, and I could see my men starting to pull back in fear because every time she moved, another head rolled into the dirt. I adjusted the heavy fur collar of my cloak and spit into the grass, while my second-in-command, a scarred w

Warriors coordinated supplies and positions without raising their voices. Messages passed quietly from one person to another. Defensive spots were taken with calm efficiency. Supplies were stacked in neat rows. It was nothing like the chaos I grew up with in my father’s pack, where fear made everyone loud and clumsy, everyone shoving and snapping at each other. Here, the trust in Riven ran so deep that even under threat they functioned like one body.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

My aunt barely fed me enough table scraps to survive. "Look Jane, the warriors are here!" Frey whispered excitedly. She was the only friend I had in this lonely world. Right on cue, the warriors marched into the arena in tight formation, their boots thudding rhythmically on the ground. "It's here!" The crowd erupted in raucous cheers as two warriors dragged a massive rogue onto the field. Chained up with silver cuffs, the brown rogue wolf snapped and snarled, clearly furious at being captured. "Oh my god... It's huge!"

Warriors turned toward the outer ridge, dropping their spears with a clatter, as screams rang out in the distance, just as the fourth lash was about to land on her back. A dog howled as a spear slipped from a warrior’s grip. People ran off, shoving past the stunned onlookers and the ones who had cheered seconds ago now scattered like startled birds. “Move! Move!” “They are back again—!” Even through the blood and heat, Kaerith lifted her head, her vision blurred by tears and sweat. Her heart began racing as she felt the wrongness in the atmosphere. Just then, tents flapped open as people tore through them. Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground.