Warriors Cats Oakheart Novels & Stories

PENNY POV The blond guy helps me sit up while I finish recovering my breath. I think he doesn't like me at all. It's not that, Oscar is something explosive. Oscar is the last of the Wolves, he is tall, with black hair, gray eyes like cold metal, his arms full of tattoos with the wolf on his neck. I tried to get some sleep after that, but I couldn't do it, because they must have gone to my apartment to find some kinship between Aleksandr and me given that I have registered my surname as my mother's last name, Melissa Stewart.

He looked like a mean warrior, but his heart was bigger than any other we knew. "Your father is right. We are all so proud of the both you." Charlotte spoke, giving us her turn of affection. She was my mother and the Alpha's former mistress, but just like his Luna, she was forced to be the Alpha's. She had tan skin, light brown hair, and hazel eyes. When she grew older the Alpha found little use for her and allowed her to take her fated mate Charles.

I have no idea if they do or not; besides we owned the whole damn condo the mutt could run up and down stairs for all I care. She went back to reading and muttering under her breath. Why didn't I answer the damn door? That way I could've hidden the paperwork and she wouldn't know anything about the damn dog until he started growing in a few months. Then I could've played the put upon consumer who'd been duped, damn. "A Tibetan mastiff, a guard dog." Damn did they put everything in there, what the fuck? "Talon why do I need a dog that can fight off wolves and leopards in the Himalayas?"

I need to stop barking about the Warlord, she thinks silently. Meanwhile, I keep my silver eyes fixed on the wildlands moving backward outside the glass, my mind falling into a deep, dark trench of thoughts. My life has zero space for a male romance. Before my claws harvest the true facts behind Mcqueen's bloody death in the old pack wars, my spirit cannot get distracted by a mate. Besides, a supreme leader like David Duskbane possesses absolute zero romantic interest in a wildland stray like me. My brain just made a fool of itself twice. A strange, hollow disappointment hurts my chest, but I quickly shake the sorrow out of my mind. I am a fierce warrior, not a soft pup who overthinks small

He then let go after he’s done nuzzling to her. Before Keisha would decisively free Iyaz, she took the opportunity to whisper into his ear. “This is just the beginning of hell for you, Iyaz. Try to hurt my friends, especially my brother, I’ll make sure your remaining days will be worse than hell itself.” He never said a word yet only cowered himself away from the sight of the beast. Zhackary finally found the courage to walk towards the tamed savage with the face of sadness and guilt. He offered his hand to her as a sign of welcoming her back.

The Old Oak’s Shadow The mist clung to the ground as Aria, Caden, and a small contingent of Darkfang warriors moved toward the old oak, a gnarled sentinel standing alone in a clearing sacred to the packs. Rollan was nestled in a sling against Aria’s chest, his tiny body warm but quiet, as if sensing the danger. The mark on his arm pulsed faintly, a beacon in the pre-dawn gloom. Caden walked ahead, his blade drawn, his broad frame a shield against the unseen threats lurking in the fog. Kael flanked them, his wounds slowing his steps but not his resolve, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Victor’s rogues.

Kate held onto Izzy’s hand with both of hers and whispered quietly to Izzy. “Breathe, Iz. Calm down. He won’t try anything here in the open. Breathe, it’s ok,” Kate slowly scooted closer to Izzy when she suddenly smelled pine and grass, fresh air and ocean breeze. The best smell she had ever encountered was hitting her senses in waves of glorious scent. She looked up with a start and locked eyes with a tall warrior. His dark hair was falling across his forehead and he wore a smirk on his face. Kate’s look of interest quickly switched to panic. She’d finally found her mate. At the worst possible moment.

show them what to expect. He gathered his warriors to make a circle around me so I could show them all how I was going to fight the cats. He explained to them what I told him but didn’t tell them I am a dragon. That was probably for the best for now and I was grateful. You never who could be a traitor within the pack. I already had my doubts about beta Ray and his loyalty to my mate. I didn’t want them to fear me. Selwyn walked over to me in the circle and kissed me and said,” Show us what you got my Rain.” I nodded my head and waited for him to back away from me. Electricity danced in sparks up my fingers and my eyes turned an electric shade of blue as I called the earth’s natural currents

I wasn’t sure how Oakley sensed my intentions, but it was clear that this werewolf wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “I recommend against it,” Oakley said with a smile. “You won’t win. I know Hawk Wing teaches the best, but still, you won’t win. You’re honest and upright, Sir Moran. Someone like you will never win against someone who knows how to fight dirty.” I remained silent. “You want my sincerity, and I will show it to you,” Oakley said, opening a door for me. “Get changed.” Inside the door was a storage room with guards' uniforms bearing the Fox’s crest. I quickly changed into the uniform.

"Oakleigh cress" "What your parents do?" I told him about them. I was turning all red by now due to nervousness. "Ok so, my name is Viktor Kent, I am head Warrior at Pearl moon pack. I am 23 yrs old. Ya I know, that's a lot of age difference." He said, scratching his brows with his thumb. "He is nervous, hug him" Ara told me. "WHAT? Are you mad" I yelled back. "It's nice meeting you Jia" he extended his hand for handshake.