Warriors Cats Oakheart Novels & Stories

Seeing him coming, the driver quickly brought the car near the porch and stood at the side. _____ What will Hiya do to get rid of this deal? What you think ? Why Ahil accept his mumma's decision ? Will they both tangled with this deal marriage? To know more read "Heart Savior".

I hurried toward it, but a pair of polished black boots stepped onto the bag before I could reach it. "Looking for this?" A deep voice echoed above me. My heart lurched. Slowly… I lifted my gaze. A Silver Moon warrior stood before me. "I-It's mine," I stammered. He bent down and picked up the bag, and the moment he opened it… his face darkened. His icy eyes lifted to meet mine. "The Moon Orchid." His voice became dangerously quiet. "These flowers never leave Silver Moon Pack." Cold sweat broke across my back.

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

“What do you mean?” I took a deep breath. This wouldn’t be easy for anyone to hear. I would have felt better if I had been able to tell Harrison this before everyone else, but there wasn’t time. “Sasha is the one who started the war with the Shifters,” I announced. “She broke the treaty oath that my mother, Alpha Katerina, swore with the werecats and killed innocents in their clans.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. He looked at Sasha, stunned, as though he had never seen her before.

Lily ran to where Elias called out, then helped him up. The blood continued to flow like that, and Elias' voice whispered, "I'm fine." “You… are you okay like this?” Lily's tears flowed endlessly, she was afraid that Elias would die from blood loss. The wolf saw the enemy's blood with more and more hatred and the werewolf's blood motivated him to want to kill and eat the opponent. He lunged forward, knocking Lily aside, raising his claws and stabbing Elias in the chest. “Hands off!” The wolf king appeared out of nowhere but turned into a huge wolf, almost twice the size of Douglas. Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air.

he screams. " I know, chill. That's not what I meant. Remember when two years back one of the female warriors got into heat? We let her beat the crap out of you .If you don't send me, send someone else. The Nero Beta is mated, and he is strong and you know how good they are in provoking people. Sent him, let him provoke her and let her beat the shit out if him" I suggest and he exhales " Your right, call them right now".

he says gently. “I’m not rushing.” My wolf snorts at the lie. Oakley steps inside, picking up a shirt I tossed aside and folding it neatly. His magic flickers around his fingers — a faint shimmer, like dust catching sunlight. He’s not doing it on purpose. Warlock magic reacts to emotion, and Oakley feels everything deeply, even when he tries not to. “You’re packing like we’re being hunted,” he says softly. “We kind of are,” I mutter. He gives me a look — the kind that says he knows exactly what I mean and exactly why I’m spiraling.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

The council chamber reeked of sweat and tension. Alpha Romero sat at the head of the long oak table, fingers drumming impatiently as his advisors debated the latest territorial disputes between them and the warlocks. "We're losing ground and our magic is weak..." It was the same old. He wasn’t listening. His wolf, Kaiser, paced restlessly in his mind, its agitation growing by the second. Then the doors burst open. A young warrior stumbled in, breathless. “My Alpha–”

"Then Crescent Pack. Alpha Olcan rules there. They’re the healers. Very quiet, careful, and calm to the point of eerie. Still, they’re respected." "Fourth is Silverwood. Alpha Koda. Forest wolves. Best scouts you’ll ever meet. Not much for conversation, though." "Then there’s Moonbound. Alpha Axel. They keep to the mountains and claim they speak with the moon. A little dramatic, but no one messes with them." I paused. "And the last?" asked Theo, eyes round and voice small. The circle stilled. Even the fire seemed to dim a little.