Warriors Cats Yellowfang Novels & Stories

"Of course, Master Herman. Even just having your dominant presence inside my citadel is worth every single piece of resource." Even though his mouth says those words, his inner wolf aches at the massive price. These Shadow Fang Warriors possessed extraordinary killing skills, but their minds were also incredibly arrogant and greedy. Each territory job they took was just another excuse to extort the supreme alpha, draining his vaults dry with every outrageous demand.

I gathered more energy to take them out one by one. “Stand down!” Their leader in the cowboy hat stalked through the door, gazing at the scene. “This is what happens when you disrespect the white wolf. She is a gift. We are winning our war because of her powers. The scales are finally tipped in our favor...” What? The energy moved out of me into a storm—a small storm with gale-force winds that knocked the hunters into one another. The leader knelt in front of my cage, mumbling some prayer. Others followed his lead. These men were getting crazier and crazier.

“W-We lied! It’s not ours! We stole it! It belongs to someone else!” My stomach lurches as all the warriors slowly turn toward me, their piercing eyes locking onto my trembling form. The female rogue with yellow teeth now pale as death, raises a shaking finger and points directly at me. “T-That’s the owner of the bag.” The warrior who beheaded the rogue steps toward me, his boots crunching against the fallen leaves. My breath catches as he stops just inches away, towering over me, his dark eyes cold and merciless. “You are trespassing on Blood Fang territory,” he says, his voice a slow, dangerous drawl. “That means you have two choices: bow and identify yourself… or we paint these trees with

“Well, I got to live another day in this fucked earth. Thanks for that by the way.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled big at her. She shook her head and slipped out of the door. I tried to adjust my lying position so I was on my side but every part of my body ached. I glanced down at my body. I was still in my stained clothes. I felt bad about the dirt getting on the bedcovers, but I didn’t do it intentionally. The Wolf Slayer. He saved me from the warrior. Why? I’ve heard he treated woman badly. He has lovers but they were all scared of him. It wasn’t because I was his mate. That definitely didn’t mean much to men like him. I wasn’t understanding any of it.

I open the pack link to every wolf in Venom Fang. “Members of Venom Fang, this is Alpha Malachi Greyson. I need every warrior and every member who is capable of fighting on the borders. Everyone else get to the bunkers.” I say and they respond with yes alpha. If I can’t go and help her, then I will keep Venom Fang safe. I only hope it doesn’t come to what I’m thinking.

Katy tried to sit up, but Rhys held her down. He bent over and looked into her face, her beautiful pale green eyes blinked back at him. But on closer examination he noticed something he had missed before. There were yellow rays interspersed with the pale green. They almost looked like the eyes of a cat. His hand stroked her face as he smiled. "You purr, did you know that?" "I do? I never noticed before. Is that bad?" "It's wonderful little one." He whispered softly "Rydych chi fy hun gath wyllt bach."

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

My teeth are still white, the same as the pups. Rogues are usually yellow fangs. The very few strong ones capable of destroying entire packs are blue, making them highly dangerous. But that wasn't a problem. The Nightingale pack had two blue fangs- taking it down wouldn't be a problem. "This battle is going to be intense." Frey chirped, as excitement coursed through me. Watching the warriors battle was the highlight of my day. I leaned forward, observing the rogue's movements closely. It was strong, but clumsy due to the injury on its front legs. I predicted the warriors would target its front legs to bring it down, but the rogue knew that as well, and would probably be on guard.

Carolina’s black wolf stood proudly while I let my own silver-furred wolf, Vera, made her debut in front of Silverfang. Our eyes locked in mutual understanding. The echoes from the crowd faded, and coming dusk bathed us in its glow. My fur caught the fading light as I circled around her. My yellow eyes held a mix of confidence and might. Carolina, with her black coat and green eyes, stood her ground, ready for my impending attack.

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.