Warriors Cats Minecraft Novels & Stories

since you wanna play hard remember your men are under my control I can make them do this "he sad and snap his finger and all the wolf warriors behind him unleash their claws. "you wanna use out warriors against us " Cheyenne said glaring at him but he shook his head . " that won't be fun . now claw your hearts " he said and warriors obeyed .they stabbed their claws into their chest ,not with out wincing in pain and blood gushed out the sight was horrible and right now am starting to think it was a mistake taking the girl .

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

Before I can decipher the shade of brown or make out any other features, Marcus drives into the territory, while Viola whines incessantly, wanting to go back. “Listen, Nora,” Marcus grumbles, glancing at me, “if you can’t behave tonight, you will leave me no choice but to put you into council warrior training.” “You wouldn’t,” I gasp, facing him, but his expression is serious. Even more so than when I wrecked Hazel’s car. Council warriors are in for life, and take a vow of celibacy. They wear scent blockers to hide their scents from their mate, and it sounds like the loneliest existence. It’s also a last resort for unruly wolves. Instead of turning them rogue, it’s essentially a prison sente

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

I mean the bitch shirt wasn’t even dirty and it was white. The rest of the warriors shifted, and surrounded her. This bitch just smiled, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, backed against a part of the wall she didn’t put a hole in, and leaned back relaxed waiting for them to attack. “Oh, see this bitch, is something out of a scary movie and yall already know why black folks aren't in scary movies, if not yall about to find out why as soon as we can get to that exit.” I said, to myself trying to see if the exit was blocked or if I need to make a window out of this wall behind me. I was thankful that poppa Toni had our babies back at the house. “I don’t know what that is, but I know damn w

"Well, we only have four factions here. That includes the Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Werecats." "Werecats... I’ve never heard of them." "Well, you’d be surprised to know how many supernatural species actually exist. Werecats are quite similar to us Werewolves, except they don’t turn into the same cat species. Some can turn into lions, others tigers, and so forth, but they’re all big cats. I’m William, by the way. First year. And you...?" "Alex," I reply. "It’s my first year too." "Well then," he says. "I believe we’re going to be good friends. Come on, let me show you to the sleeping quarters. They’re upstairs. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping."

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

I continued, "is to know where each of you stands. Not tomorrow. Now." The room was very quiet. Rhys spoke first. He was young for his rank but he was loyal in the uncomplicated way that younger wolves sometimes were. "I stand with you, Alpha," he said. One of the warriors nodded. "And I." The second warrior said nothing. He looked at the table. Greaves was quiet for a long moment. Then: "I stand with the pack, Alpha. As I always have." It was not an answer. We both knew it.

Almost instantly, some color returned to his cheeks, and he let out a long shaky breath. “Thanks Grumpy,” Jax muttered, leaning his head against the damp wall. “But you still owe me a new harness. This one is ruined.” Malakai actually smirked, a quick flash of white teeth that made him look human for a split second. “I'll put it on the tab.” But the moment of levity didn’t last. A sound drifted down the tunnel rhythmic mechanical clicking. Malakai’s face went pale. “Scout drones. They've breached the tunnels”.