Warriors Cats Redtail Novels & Stories

He took one last look at the house before he slid in and they drove out of the pack. They just came out of the pack when the driver stopped. “ What is it?” asked Damian. “ Alpha there is something there” replied the warrior. His name was Mack and he was the one driving. The four of them stepped out of the car and walked towards that direction. They closed their noses when they got close because of the stench. “Call the clean up to come to the western border” Damian mind linked Trevor. The name of the other two warriors was Dante and Mace.

He walked back to bed, leaving me alone with the glow of the screen and the taste of victory sitting on my tongue. The next morning, I wore red. Red meant war. I met Cole and Jasper in a small warehouse on the edge of town. We used the place for deals before. Dirty ones. Today, it was for something bigger. “She’s rattled,” I said, pacing in front of them. “But not broken. We need to press harder.” Cole leaned against a crate, arms crossed. “We almost had her last night.” “Almost isn’t good enough,” I snapped. “She had backup,” Jasper added. “That guy, Xavier. He’s always around now.”

Despite their personal history, they moved like seasoned warriors, covering each other's flanks. Then Aria saw him. A wolf larger than any she'd seen except the Alphas, his coat a deep russet-red, almost like dried blood. Marcus the Red. He stood on a ridge overlooking the battle, watching with calculating eyes. "The leader," she said through the pack bond to Dante. "On the ridge." She saw Dante's wolf turn, assess. Then he made a decision that made her heart stop. "I'm going after him. Aria, fall back to the healing station."

He’s ridiculously strong and the warriors will be demoralized if they have to fight without their Alpha leading them. “We’ll have him,” I say, because my voice doesn’t get to wobble in front of the ones who look to it for reassurance. “The question is what Redmaw thinks they’re going to have.” Hazel breezes in without knocking, a gust of pine and bowstring wax, hair braided tight to the skull so nothing snags when she wades into trouble. She drops a blood-smeared scrap of red leather onto the map, exactly on the spruce notch. “From a scout who decided to retire early.”

She barely reached my knees. "Let me take over, please let me take over." Red yelped in my head. "Alright then, take over for a while but don't do anything harsh." I warned him. "Yeah yeah" Red POV (Jared wolf) "Hello my little mate." 'Hello. I'm Coral You?' 'Red. And my human's Jared.' I bent down and nudged her with my head gently. She couldn't even reach my head while on hind legs, so i casually laid on my belly, wagging my tail in invitation to play.

Chilli speak softly as her hands cups one of my fists, trying to relax it, wanting to calm me down, "Elias, I..." "Red wolf," a whispering voice comes from a far, interupting Chilli and pulling my gaze up to see Maxwell still kneeling before us, staring. "By the moon goddess, finally, a red wolf!" He exclaims, "our prays have been answered at last." What the hell is he on about? How does he know about red wolves? "Alpha...?" I ask hesitantly,

Alpha of the Redmaw pack. He is a nightmare made flesh. He is massive. Taller than Kieran, broader even than Basov. His skin is a roadmap of scars. White, jagged lines that tell the story of a life spent in constant warfare. He wears furs that look mangy and armor made of boiled leather and scavenged steel. But his eyes are intelligent. That is the thing people forget about Redmaw. They think they are mindless beasts. Beasts don’t survive in the Wild Lands. Only the cunning do.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

The edges of the book were worn, and the title was nearly faded. He pulled it out carefully and opened it. He turned through the pages slowly as he searched for anything about red forests or moons. Moments later, he stopped. On one page, there was a drawing of a forest filled with red trees, and just above it, he saw the words, 'The Forest of the Chosen.' His heart skipped a beat as he read the text below. 'Only the Chosen ones will see the red forest in their dreams. The burning moon marks the awakening of their true power. If they are not guided, the power may destroy them."