Warriors Cats Rusty Novels & Stories

“And I’m here to collect it.” “Fifty… million?” My voice was trembling under disbelief. The door opened once again. Another man entered the room. He was calm and composed. He seemed like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. He adjusted his glasses and straightened his suit. He looked at me coldly. “Mr. Cooley Raymond.” He spoke with a measured tone. “I am Lawyer Ross Brown.” He nodded and pointed towards the gunman. “This is Mr. Harlan Howell. He is the Vice President of the Dark Horse Society.”

Bryant growled as he slapped Graham’s forearm. “Shh, you love it.” Graham whispered into his ear, his hot breath tickling his ear. Bryant threw his head back hitting Graham in his face. There was a loud crack and Graham let out a small yelp as blood came out of his nose. Graham smirked a little and leaned his head against Bryant’s shoulder. Blood leaking from Graham’s nose onto Bryant. Bryant growled again, going to toss him off the horse. When Agnar let out a growl letting them know he wanted it all to stop. Bryant gritted his teeth submitting to his alpha letting Graham stay on the horse.

"Who says they can't protect me? Bubba isn't lame. Missy isn't blind. They're good cats. Touch them and we're done." She looked at me like I'd lost it. She slammed the carrier down. "They're not blind. I am. For dating you." Her voice went ice-cold. "We're done. When the world ends, don't come crawling." The door slammed. I let the cats out fast and finally breathed. Not the first time I'd been called names. Since graduation, people liked to call me "saint." All because I'm a legit cat dad. After college, I rented this place and picked up two strays on a rainy night. One male. One female.

My aunt barely fed me enough table scraps to survive. "Look Jane, the warriors are here!" Frey whispered excitedly. She was the only friend I had in this lonely world. Right on cue, the warriors marched into the arena in tight formation, their boots thudding rhythmically on the ground. "It's here!" The crowd erupted in raucous cheers as two warriors dragged a massive rogue onto the field. Chained up with silver cuffs, the brown rogue wolf snapped and snarled, clearly furious at being captured. "Oh my god... It's huge!"

My heart flipped to hear Maddox’s monstrous growls, “Stay away from my Erasthai!” The person, who was bragging about his intellect a moment ago, did the stupidest thing of the century. Yes! Alpha Raymond unbuttoned his shirt and growled, baring his claws for a fight. “Make me, Maddox!”

She thought I'd hired her because I'd seen something useful in her, and that wasn't entirely untrue. She was outspoken, unimpressed by wealth, and comfortable enough in her own skin to insult a stranger in his own garden, then apologize the moment she learned who he was. But none of that explained why I'd hired her, and I still couldn't account for why my wolf had reacted to her the way he had. Mate. My wolf called out as if saying it again would somehow make me accept it. I ignored him. Bree Carter was human. She knew nothing about our world, nothing about what it meant to carry the responsibilities of an alpha, and certainly nothing about what it meant to be tied to someone like me.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

Warriors sparred around us in noisy clusters, steel clashing and grunts echoing. Marten glared at me while wiping blood from his mouth where my fist had caught him moments earlier. His dark hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders heaved with each breath. Scars from old battles crisscrossed his forearms, visible where his sleeves were pushed up. “You’re one to talk.”

Everything when hazy when I saw Randy. He was pinned to the chest of a warrior, the only scum left from Fiery Cross and he held a long, sharp blade to my Beta’s throat. I jumped down the rest of the steps, Russo rushing to Helen’s unconscious side, while I eyed the warrior who was far braver than he should be right now. My warriors stayed upstairs at my will, holding my hand up for them to stop. I’d need this wolf to think he would get out of here alive, even if everyone knew he wouldn’t.

’ Throwing on some sweat pants and a t-shirt , I head down . Entering his gym , Ratnik is topless throwing punches at a punch bag , covered in sweat . I could see by the way he was punching he was mega pissed off . I wonder what's upset him , probably our eldest brother Pouli . As brothers we all love each other but Pouli can be a right dick . “ Hey , dude what's up ?” I watch him frown then lift his water for a drink , he's breathing heavily . Ratnik had worked his way up the ranks and now runs the warriors , he is the best strategist around . He just shakes his head and starts to take the wraps off his hands .