Warriors Cats Oakheart Novels & Stories

As his warriors all rushed into the room with more warriors waiting at the door. “I will handle my father, you guys take care of the rest.” Soko said as he made eye contact with his father. He may not remember much as his memories were slipping away, but he still remembered he had a daughter. Whether he could picture her face or not, didn't matter, all he knew was that she was his and he loved her even though he couldn’t even remember her name. Hunter felt his other powers returning as well, but he wouldn't rely on them right now. Warlus needed as much as he could get. So he called Onyx forward and half shifted, Onyx was almost feral, knowing that Oceanna had been on this ship. He had caught

Every instinct demanded a satisfying kill as I stormed through the pack grounds half-shifted, claws extended from my hands while dark fur spread across my skin. People instantly bowed out of fear, some even stumbled backward, but I didn’t pay any heed to them. Ace snarled inside me. “Kate lied. She betrayed us.” I gritted my teeth with even more force. “No. Kate will not betray us like that.” “Then why did she lie?” My wolf’s question silenced me completely. Frustration fueled my anger, and I moved faster, every passing second exhausting my patience. Warriors quickly cleared the path as I headed toward the warrior colony, murderous fury pulsing through my veins with every step.

"Look what we have here. Poaching our omegas again, Kat?" Kat bared her teeth, her hackles raising instinctively. "They are not your omegas. We take what we want from these lands." The warrior chuckled darkly. "Not anymore. Your pack has gotten greedy, and now you'll pay the price." He lifted his hand in signal, and the other warriors closed in.

Let’s hope he thinks his next words carefully before he ends up on the wrong side of my anger. “Well I’m sure you know it’s no secret that there are omegas out there that will cater to some of the unmated warriors' sexual needs. I just wanted you to know that Ray is not one of them. While many of the warriors have shown interest in her, she has never once returned it.” Well that definitely made my wolf and I happy. I had a feeling she wasn’t like that. With the way she seemed to keep to herself and the air of innocence she gave off, I knew she wasn’t the type to hand out her body.

*** Once Hawk stood beneath Warlord’s balcony he looked up at the Commander. “What is wrong with the Indo?” Warlord bellowed. “She struggles with concentration.” “Fix her.” Warlord snapped dismissively. Giving Hawk a dark look before rounding on his heel and heading back inside. “Fine.” Hawk’s gaze landed on me and I shivered.

The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. “Who are you?” Reina asked, her claw hand still tightened. “I am called the Keeper,” the figure replied, a sly smile curling at the edges of their lips. “And I may be able to help you find your friend.” Russe stepped forward, hope shining in his eyes. “Please, we’ll do anything,” he pleaded. The Keeper nodded, their eyes darting between the two companions. “Very well,” they said. “But first, I must know what you are willing to sacrifice.”

Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes. "Oakfire, Stormshadow," Wildheart greeted them with a dip of his head. "What are you doing so close to the border?" the dark gray tom, Stormshadow, demanded. "I am showing my apprentice the borders," Wildheart replied. "She's just a kit!" the tortoiseshell spat. Oakfire placed a tail on her shoulder when Sprucepaw's fur bristled in outrage. She glared at the apprentice angrily and wished that she could show this cat a thing or two of what she knew.

Then the entire territory went silent. No insects. No birds. No wolves. Nothing. Damien's instincts screamed. "Something's wrong." He moved toward the door. Before he could leave, a warrior appeared. "Alpha!" Damien turned. The warrior's face was tense. "We found tracks." "Where?" "Near the eastern wall." Damien frowned. "Rogue tracks?" The warrior shook his head. "No." "Then what?" The warrior hesitated. "Wolves." Damien's expression hardened. "How many?"

Michael Peerce, was second in command of the Warriors, and Jacksons protégé, he was set to take over running the Warriors when the older man retired although I couldn’t imagine the burly man ever giving up his position to do that, Jackson was every inch the dedicated soldier. Alex Oakley was the packs weapons master, he kept the armoury safe and secure, and all weapons maintained fully, seeing him here had my heart racing but the huge, locked box beside him had my heart in my throat. Tristan wouldn’t have called for weapons unless it was really serious. “Roman, Fill Cali in.” Tristan directed, seeing me standing in the doorway before returning to his discussion with Michael.