Warriors Cats Yellowfang Novels & Stories

I don’t want any powers! ‘Kaist,’ the brown wolf, growled, ‘you have to accept the truth! You have powers! It is your birthright as a Shadow Rune wolf!’ ‘I-I am not a Shadow Rune wolf! I am a White Fang wolf!’ ‘No, you are a Shadow wolf! You cannot escape who you are!’ ‘I don’t want to! I don’t want you to be my wolf! I don’t want two wolves!’ The brown wolf was furious. He was twice my size at that age. He started to pounce at my weak and small body.

How will I be able to find the wolves responsible for my father's death and bring them to justice? I remember the promise my father made me make. I couldn't afford to lose the pack. The Yellow moon pack has been in existence for over 800 years and was founded by my ancestor. They all worked hard from generation to generation to get us to where we are. I couldn't let their work and effort go down the drain. As easy as the promise sounded then, it was difficult now. The best option was to leave with Sam and let the council-run the pack, but I would be letting my father down in the process. I was stuck.

Quinn said, cursing. Quinn was our councill demon, he was millenniums old and there wasn’t much he couldn’t do. I shot my gaze at Fiona, the council witch, her eyes were white and she was shaking. I dashed to her and held her, she was freezing. After a few seconds she went limp in my arms. She was still alive but barely. “Isaac, immediately order ALL Warriors home, by my orders!” This motherfucker dared to come into MY HOUSE, MY HOUSE and pull this? My own warrior, going against, ME?! Against his brothers, against the council?!

"The reports from our scouts are consistent. Oney is… enamored. He does not leave her side. It is as if he is her shadow. But there is talk in the lower ranks of White Fangs. They speak of a pup. Some claim Inzinga is the mother, others whispered that Oney brought the child back from the edges of the wild and claimed it as his own. They say he treats the boy as his own flesh and blood, a future heir to the White Fangs throne." Ahri stood up so abruptly that his chair toppled backward, crashing against the floor. The sound was like a snapping bone. He clutched his throat, his breath hitching as he felt the psychic feedback of a severed connection screaming to be mended. He knew, he felt it in

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

"Calm down Elder Fenrir, we shouldn't blindly go to war, when we know nothing of the capabilities of our opponent. According to what I heard from my sources, the Silvercrest Pack has gotten the help and support of the Whitefang Pack... Loud whispers were heard after that as the Whitefang pack was one of the most dangerous packs in all of Southern America, they were filled with rogues, witches, and sorcerers who were incredibly powerful and dangerous. They once exterminated two packs in one day, killing every living thing in sight. He could already sense the fear in the hearts of the Elders and ranked Pack members, going to war when the Whitefang pack was involved as an enemy was simpl

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

Lily stood behind Elias, tugging at his shirt and asked worriedly. The ancient wolf now bared sharp teeth and long sharp claws, leaning forward. It scratched its claws at Elias, who raised his arm covered in hard steel to support it. The sound of claws and steel from Elias's arm made anyone who heard it freeze. Lily covered her ears while her body was still shaking. Elias pushed Lily backwards, his body now as fast as lightning, rushed to the wolf's body, took the wolf by the side, stabbed it in the arm. From the wolf's biceps, blood spurted out, splattering on the ground.

He flew backward, right into a cluster of spellfire from a water mage, who grinned and gave me a salute. And then—because fate has a twisted sense of humor—Mr. Yellow popped out from beneath a broken supply cart nearby. His fur was singed. He had a shield strapped to one paw and what looked like a stolen wand in the other. “Oh sure,” he shouted, dodging a bolt of dark fire with a sarcastic hop. “No one listens to the rabbit when he says ‘maybe we shouldn’t let the hell rift open!’ but now it’s all ‘fight for the realm, Mr. Yellow!’ and ‘bite the demon on the ankle, Mr. Yellow!’”

“We wait for their leader to show himself. Once he does, we strike.” “And if he doesn’t?” “Then we make him,” I said, my voice firm. Suddenly, a low growl rumbled through the forest, breaking the silence like a crack of thunder. The Redfang wolves shifted, their heads snapping toward the sound. My heart raced, my grip tightening on the hilt of my weapon. “They heard us,” Ansel muttered. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “That wasn’t one of ours.” Before we could react, a massive wolf stepped into the clearing, its eyes glowing a fierce yellow. The Redfang Alpha. He was larger than any wolf I’d seen, his dark fur bristling with power.