Warriors Cats Crowfeather Novels & Stories

IT'S BEEN THREE MONTH," after the whole incident, I just finished being crowned the alpha of the Dark Wand Pack. My eyes had glowed red while saving Mark from a close death call. It was one of his rough plays with Roman and Jared and if I hadn't come online, he would have fallen off the whole building. They forgot he could crawl and they still played with him as if he was still a month old. Mark had no resemblance to Xylah but rather he looked just like Roman which made it more believable. After this, I would have a ground wedding with Roman. Our relationship has been rocky but he had shown sincere interest in mending it and I would be a fool to let the past hinder me from enjoying the gift

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

"It could be—if the Alpha abused it. But here? Everyone has a role, we pay omegas fairly, no one bullies anyone. Everyone contributes to the pack." Sounded nice. But I wasn’t sold. There were always people who abused power in subtle ways. I didn’t say that out loud though. "What’s your rank?" I asked instead. "Warrior. Beta blood," she said proudly. "Do you train?" "Yep! Been building muscle ever since I got my wolf." She grinned and flexed. I laughed. "Impressive." She beamed. When we reached her wing, she gave me a grand tour, brimming with joy. It was adorable. Like I was visiting for the first time—even though I designed it. She seemed genuinely surprised at how well it turned out. I did

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Warriors. They were waiting for us. They want us dead today. Their eyes locked on us at the same time the warrior on my right lunged, I shoved Rowena behind the broken plane wing, and I saw one follow her, circling her like the predators that they are, ready to pounce on their prey.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

Hope POV My purpose was to train and lead our warriors. I was the best the Shadow's had, aside from Ryker of course, but he couldn't be everywhere at once. Chris was second in command, our Beta, and he was too smart for his own good. I was stronger than Chris though. I had a more keen sense of battle strategy and fighting skill than he did. Chris was perfect for Beta and I was perfect for head warrior. Standing here in Nate's presence had all my strength washing away. I was a warrior, but I was also a woman. A she-wolf meant to be mated and one day a mother to my family.

I couldn't be more uncertain. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm the real one?" It feels incredibly absurd to ask such a question, but all this suspicion is draining me of energy and hope. He sighs deeply, and it's only now that I notice the crease between his eyebrows from frowning too much. It isn't easy to be a warrior, to spend your life in the shadows fighting, protecting a pack from all types of threats. He walks around as if he is bearing the world on his shoulders, he probably is.

He was the Chief Justice of the werewolf kingdom's Supreme Court, known to all as the "Mad Dog Judge" Lastly, a rope was tossed down from the helicopter. Gripping the rope with one hand, a slender figure smoothly rappelled down and landed steadily in front of me. A dark green military greatcoat was draped over his shoulders, the five gold stars on his epaulets glittering under the searchlights. His facial expression was cold and stern, with a gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. He was my older brother, Gerard Newman, the current Alpha King of Lumin and the supreme commander of the million-strong werewolf army.