Warriors Cats Rusty Novels & Stories

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

He had brown eyes and dirty blond hair that was messy and greasy. When I didn’t speak he smiled, his teeth were crooked and clearly unbrushed. His breath reeked of a kill and I nearly gagged. Even for a rogue in the wilderness I knew taking care of my teeth was very important. How would I eat without them? I’d perfected making my own toothbrushes and making a paste just like all the other things I had to create from the wild. “I’m Rusty, the Beta of Venom. How lucky are you,” he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

I rip off my shirt, stripped down to my sports bra, and continue to try to purge my carnal needs. The scent of arousal has the male werecats circling. I open my eyes to find six of the male warriors smiling goofily at me. Dark, sensuous male bodies in different stages of undress all look as if they could devour me. “Hello gentlemen,” my voice warbles. I need to save my dignity if I can. “Thank you for coming to guard me, as your Princess I am honored to be so well taken care of. I have enjoyed my workout with you today. I am quite pleased with your progress.”

Rusty remained in silence for a few eternal seconds, his gaze fixed on the damp floor of the cell while processing the offer. Suddenly, a husky laugh began to sprout from his throat, transforming into a roar laugh that echoed through the entire isolation dungeon. "A goddamn beautiful plan, Anastasia! Truly you are a goddamn beast of finance!" Rusty mocked, pointing his finger at me. "But you are forgetting a goddamn and enormous detail in your numbers!". "What detail, Rusty?" I arched an eyebrow, maintaining the fixity of my posture.

He leaned against the wall like he owned it, arms crossed over his chest. To his left, Cato—a leaner, wiry wolf with narrow eyes and a constant smirk—twirled a wooden training dagger between his fingers. The third, Bram, shorter but barrel-chested, snickered like he was auditioning for a hyena pack. “Didn’t think they let house pets in this place,” Fenric continued, his tone casual, cruelly amused. “What was the name again? Rian… Graytwig?” “Greythorn,” Cato corrected mockingly, drawing the name out with exaggerated pomp. “Sounds like a tree branch someone sneezed on.”

“I can take them all.” “I’d like to see you try, Kitty Cat,” Katie retorted, to which he frowned. “Chief Bess, we’ll take on the Storm Brothers,” Raja said. “Miranda, Foxfires, get him!” With a bolt of our feet, we went to our opponents. Masaru beat his drums, and thunder tore our eardrums apart. Clang!

“You’ll see, you poke fun of me, but I have seen things…there are vampires and all sorts of other frightening creatures out there. As soon as I get out of here I am going to make sure they find you.” He deputy laughed. “You hang in two days? Good luck with that.” “Leave him alone Rusty. Can’t you see he’s simple minded.” The first deputy said as he removed his hat and tossed it to the hat rack to the left of the front door. The one called Rusty also took his hat off revealing a severely receding red hair with tinges of grey at the temples. Cain never quite understood why red-haired people were called Rusty or Red. No one called a brown-headed man Brown, or Poopy. He chuckled at his last thou

< Cyro stated as he placed his ear on Phoenix’s stomach, listening to the beans cooking inside. Phoenix whimpered, >Who the heck are you talking about?< Cyro looked up from his stomach at his mate, that looked about ready to attack him. Crawling closer to his mate, he said, >Dante—Dante’s proper name is Winsor—Sloth is his title, Kitten.< Phoenix turned and sat up then looked down at Cyro asking, >Oh really? That’s an odd name, so you’re Cyro Wrath Silver. He is Winsor Sloth Silver, who are the rest?<

I said in between puffs from trying to steady my breath. "I, think, I, saw my cat, getting in that alley," he jogged over to the narrow mouth of the alley, me following close. Well, at least I made him pant. "Rani! Here, boy!" West cooed, crouching down on the dust-caked path, and a beautiful silky black cat with intimidating green eyes slipped into his arms.