Warriors Cats Redtail Novels & Stories

RILEY POV Raden placed herself in front of me and growled. “you’re not supposed to be up here without Ryder’s permission.” She glared at him. “And I know there’s no way in hell that he’d give you permission to be near HIS mate! So, you need to take your douche bag ass outta her!” She snarled at him. Damn, she’s gonna be a warrior wolf to contend with when she gets older. “CONNOR!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

says Mason. “Strange. We will figure that out later. Right now we need to focus and prepare for a fight if Alpha Jake refuses to let her go.” “Alpha, I have heard Alpha Jake talk about a blood red wolf. The only one I am aware of is in the story we have been told as kids,” says one of my warriors. “Does he think she is the blood red wolf?” “With the way he was talking, I think so.”

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.

Red River Pack has about 1,300 members, of which 620 are warriors. Alpha Romano, or Roman as he preferred to be called by friends, is 34 years old, and still unmated. Not that it seems to bother him, as he is as broody as they come, and holds no interest in love. Sometimes I wonder what the story behind his cold persona is… Maybe he too had hidden secrets, like I do. I just refused to let mine make me bitter or consume my life. I chose to move on, and do what is best for my pack - to be the best version of myself, for them.

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

a churlish Warrior named Campbell asks. The other Warriors glance sideways at him, the looks on their faces matching mine. We do not question a direct order from our alpha. Beast immediately comes to the forefront but Marinah responds before I do. She's dressed in her Warrior gear that allows for a quick shift to Beast. With her heightened human strength, she doesn't bother. She picks Campbell up by his throat, tossing him over the hellhounds and into the cage.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

It was a rolled up piece of brown scroll, tied with a small bright red ribbon. “What is this?” I asked, reluctantly taking it from his hands. “It might be some kind of letter. A carrier falcon had just dropped it near the pack house,” the warrior answered quickly. “And where is this falcon now?” “It is still around, Alpha, it keeps circling the sky above us outside. It should have gone by now, but we don't know why it is still waiting.” he said and I instinctively started to loosen the ribbon. I spread open the short note, and as soon as my eyes saw what was written in it, I rushed outside of the pack house, the warrior following close behind me.

Whatever his daughter thought of him, whatever her wounded pride screamed, he knew what he had to do. --- By midmorning, the estate courtyard bustled with preparations. Rowland’s warriors gathered in formation, each dressed in black leather armor reinforced with steel at the shoulders and forearms. The horses had been saddled, strong beasts bred for endurance and speed. The banners of Rowland’s pack, dark blue trimmed with silver, fluttered in the wind. Rowland descended the stone steps, his Beta, Caldwell, trailing behind him. Caldwell was a broad-shouldered wolf with scars that mapped his arms and face—each one a testament to battles survived. He adjusted his gauntlets and leaned closer to