Warriors Cats Whitestorm Novels & Stories

The words exploded out of me. Boris simply raised an eyebrow. Everything suddenly felt much bigger than it had an hour ago. Much more dangerous. The room seemed smaller. The situation seemed worse. Because if the rumors were true, then Traci wasn’t some random wolfless girl anymore. She was a White Wolf. Mated to two Alpha Kings. A White Wolf capable of healing fatal injuries. Boris folded his arms. “So Maddox.” His gaze locked onto mine. “You said you had this under control.”

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

Hearing those words made my wolf jump with glee. I shifted into my beautiful white wolf. ***** White wolves are very rare in the world of werewolves. Our powers are more remarkable, our speed is faster, and our bodies are more powerful. Our senses are more heightened than those of typical wolves. Numerous ancient prophecies have mentioned the existence of white wolves as well as their abilities. White wolves were referred to in the prophecies as Moon Goddess warriors, saviours and protectors of the supernatural world, among other things. A white wolf is a powerful creature with exceptional abilities.

No mother should have to endure the pain of losing a child. Her death had been brutal. Moon Fang had been quiet throughout the Pack Wars and the politics that came along with it. As followers of the old ways and the family of the Conduit it was their duty to not intervene unless instructed too by the Moon. The faith allowed them to miss the pettiness that the wars had started over. The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them.

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

Today, the topic she raised about the disappearance of her mother made it clear that she could not delay any longer. Warbler Onyx's mercenaries found Leah two months ago, but while the girl is on the territory of the Amber pack, they can't do anything. Should the werewolves poke their nose into our territory, they will give a reason for the confrontation of the packs. Therefore, all this time they are forced to simply watch and wait. It remains only to understand, to find out: what Onyx wants.

(This chapter will be in both Orion and Delaury’s POV) Orion’s POV White wolves. The rarest form of wolves to ever exist. According to the stories told by my father about supernaturals, the white wolves are the strongest kinds of wolves to ever exist. And my mate was one. The mate I rejected and I went back for. The mate I didn’t believe earlier when she told me my dad was the murderer of her parents and the attacker of my best friend. Regrets filled my thoughts at the remembrance of these events. I’d just woken up from my drug-induced sleep when my dad rushed over to me to tell me how he’d seen Delaury kill Sebastian. I was confused.

“I sent the both of you out here to at the very least calm down and keep your eyes out of the matter but you both can’t just stop stepping on each other’s tail, can you?!” “Don’t you dare speak to me! You don’t even have it in you to keep your le-“ Before Hakan could even continue his sentence, the stinging pain of his cheek had pushed him back a couple of steps away from the twins. “Go ahead and continue that sentence, see where will that lead you Hakan,” it was safe to say, Skye was seething, her once blue eyes started shifting to golden ones, a feature that had come from being a Legacy Wolves, one that appears when once’s emotions had run wildly.

Mum isn’t a coward, but Dad won’t risk losing her or my sisters for anything. “What the hell is going on?” I ask no one in particular. “Feline’s,” Dad mumbles. Felines? Since when do felines come onto wolf territory without invitation? My eyes widen to the size of Mars upon seeing a massive white lion walk through the trees. Every inch of him, mane and eyes included, are white. He has to be eight feet tall. I’ve never seen a lion shifter so big in my life! Black, brown, and golden lions fall in line behind him, all smaller in height but not by much. It’s now I realise the white lion is Frostbite, the King of all Lion shifters.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.