Warriors Cats Minecraft Novels & Stories

I can hollow out his defences, take his pawns, kill them one by one until he’s the last player standing on the board. My warriors are around me, stalking through the town. I can sense their presence in the darkness. They are hidden so well that their own mothers wouldn’t be able to find them, but they are here. I round a corner, my every sense laser focused on Bryce, but I don’t miss the warriors that think they have a chance to take me out and launch themselves at me, teeth bared, claws extended. The world is alive around me. My warriors are making quick work of the wolf invaders - the one without the good sense to stay out of a Lycan enclave. Or perhaps they fear Bryce more than they fear

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”.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

They were both so undeniably hot, so physically overwhelming, that for a second, my brain short-circuited. God. What was I thinking? I jerked my gaze away quickly, focusing on Maverick instead. He clapped his hands excitedly. “Mommy! Look!” Maverick shouted as he looked back at me, his voice ringing through the quiet courtyard. “Big wolf!” My heart dropped. A couple of warriors in their shifted forms were lounging near the entrance to the hall—massive, prehistoric-looking wolves the size of small horses. Before I could say anything, Maverick sprinted toward them.

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

Trust Izzy and Reese to not use sense and slow down enough for the other warriors to keep up. Does she have the cat with her? Caleb asked. Yes, came the answer back. I could see Ren visibly relax and I understood that. The cat was amazing. I had watched it bite a rogue in half and play with it. I needed to remember to never get on its bad side. It doted on Izzy and I knew it wouldn’t let anything hurt her. I shifted and a second later Caleb joined me, tossing me a pair of athletic shorts that he got from a box near us. I caught the shorts in my hand and put them on as another wail came from Lucy.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

housekeeper replied. "Oh" her face made an O shape. "Liam, honey, your cat is going to be alright. I'm going to the police station and I'll make sure those boys never disturb you again, they'll pay for what they did and I'll swing by tomorrow to take you to meet Pomy. Is that alright?" She was sitting in front of Liam on the ground and was squeezing his hands for assurance. Liam nodded his head in positive. * "You were being strangely nice to the kid, Waniya and Abraham's brother," Yara commented when Minahil came back to her car.