Warriors Cats Crowfeather Novels & Stories

"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.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

Warriors moved like ghosts. At the center sat Fenra. Tall. Lithe. Crimson-eyed and moon-marked. Still beautiful. Still terrifying. --- Rowan bowed his head, out of respect. Not submission. “Fenra.” She didn’t rise. Only tilted her head. “You smell like someone else now,” she said. “Like stars and silence.” He said nothing. Kael stood beside him like a wall of heat. Fenra’s gaze slid to him. “And your new Alpha-mate brings his fire to our ice.”

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 Chair of the Elders' Council of the werewolf kingdom, a man who controlled half the global werewolf economy. Immediately after, a muscular, middle-aged man with a savage scar across his face leaped down from one of the Humvees. He yanked the tie from his neck, revealing a chest crisscrossed with bullet and knife scars. In his hand, he held a chainsaw that still dripped with oil. This was my uncle, Neil Shafer. He was the Chief Justice of the werewolf kingdom's Supreme Court, known to all as the "Mad Dog Judge".