Warriors Cats Oakheart Novels & Stories

DK asked. “One of the warriors had a pet cat,” I started to say, and the expression on DK’s face made me smile as I confirmed the irony. “I know know. What can I say, she’s a cat lover. Anyways, her mom came to identify her body and she came along with the warrior's cat. The cat escaped from the mom’s arms as she fell to her knees and found out that her daughter was dead.” I know that DK was smart and I have no doubt why he was able to put the pieces together with no problems at all. This is why I was not surprised when he said,

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

Barefoot, heart racing, breath tearing from my lungs, I followed the sound to the edge of the training grounds. And then I saw them. Four warriors. One omega. What was left of them, anyway. My feet froze. My body locked. My mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. They were torn apart. Not killed cleanly. Not swiftly. Bodies twisted at unnatural angles. Claw marks carved deep, deliberate grooves into flesh. One warrior’s throat was nearly gone. Another’s chest had been ripped open like someone wanted to see what was inside. The omega lay a few feet away, eyes wide, mouth frozen in a silent scream.

All I could hear was running footsteps and lashes of whips. "Touch her again and I will burn this entire pack down!!"A voice roared and echoed loudly. I can never forget that voice, my wolf perked up in surprise. I raised my bloody face to have a glimpse of him and I sighed defeatedly. Aiden, all dressed in a black coat, looked like a god of war. His damped hair was stylishly parted to the right side and his curls fell to cover those gorgeous blue sea eyes as he stared daggers at them, right there with his men, lashing on the people.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

“I want them dead. All of them.” “We all do. But we need a plan. Need information. Need…” I trailed off as movement caught my eye. A raven landed on the pyre’s edge. Large. Black. With eyes that glowed red. Everyone went silent. The raven opened its beak. A woman’s voice came out. Ancient. Powerful. Amused. “Hello, young alpha. My name is Octavia. I speak for the Old Blood Council. And I have a proposition for you.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

She laughed, a psychotic giggle. "If they used you, hurt you, and forced themselves on you, Aisha, they had no business anywhere near you. While under my protection Jo doesn't dare challenge me for any rights to your life." Tristan’s wolf growled dangerously. "My next question. Jo has let me know he will know if I am pregnant, he's captured a rare ‘Omega Oracle’ to prove if I have a pup, it's gender, and rank." She said, too ashamed to look at the Royal.

asked a dark-haired girl beside me with kind brown eyes. James chuckled. “Dear pack members, this is Laila—my most amazing gift from the Moon Goddess.” I raised a brow at him but couldn’t help a small smile. He flashed me his signature smile and winked. “That’s our female gamma, Kate,” he added, pointing to the black haired beside me. “And next to her is her mate and our gamma, Dereck.” Dereck, a broad man with dark hair and brown eyes, held Kate close with one arm. His wide face and beard contrasted her delicate features, but something about them made me think they could be siblings too.