Warriors Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

He wouldn’t be able to fend all of them off at once. ThE mAsTeR wAnTs YoU bAcK... The voices of all the Slendermen resounded in his head, as they simultaneously made for him, hands outstretched. Willow froze for a split second. They wanted to take him back? Why? He shook the thought off immediately. He wasn’t going anywhere with them. He spread his wings and went higher, causing all of them to follow him. Perfect. “Paladin’s arrows, Fire.” Hundreds of blood red arrows appeared just below him, and fired at the oncoming Slendermen. The arrows exploded on impact, creating a large chain reaction of explosions.

any random warrior says making them all shout "Yeah" in unison ,i really love my pack a lot ,i never prepared for this office but fate has assigned it to me and i must accept my destiny ,there by doing my best to ensure my love for my pack,i have no blood related family left, all i have is them ,my warriors ,my Beastie Juliana ,gamma Rex ,the little pups ,the young horny and unmated teenage wolfs ,and the Luna's ,we are not too big as a pack by we are not too small either . You all can get your meals now ,i say stepping to the side and they all bolted towards the cook stand fighting for seats like barbarians , i shake my head and smile a little as i walk away out of the kitchen .

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Hiyojin empowered the warriors who let fear engulfed them. Many warriors were motivated while others are shaking on their ground. A quick second pass and the ground started to calmed. The warriors strengthen their stand. Suddenly, a tentacles pierced most of the warriors body. This attacked was a surprise one, for no one really noticed it except the three high ranked warriors. "Evade it!" Galatrina shouted through her lungs. The remaining group of warriors avoided the second attack. But it's not over. Suddenly, a hordes of arrow but much bigger rained down. This was another surprise attack from the enemy. Even Galatrina didn't expect this one.

Seleste’s inner team is with here permanently, but the other warriors rotate monthly. Warrior Peace brings the new warriors to our table and, just as I thought, one of the female warriors is Mason’s mate. As soon as the group walked up to the table, Mason jumped over the table and grabbed this tall, amazingly muscular female warrior. It is a good thing she recognized Mason as her mate, or I have no doubt she would have put my beta on his ass.

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math