Well Drawn Warrior Cats Ocs Novels & Stories

She wished there was a remedy to what she had seen, a prank probably! She unconditionally found herself walking down the path that passed the training grounds where young omega, both male and female, were being trained to guard the pack house. They were currently practicing their combat skills so she paused and watched them for a moment. She admired their energy and determination which was obvious and noticeable, unlike her own sense of helplessness.

The Alpha yelled, standing in front of me. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. All eyes turned to me. The nobles stepped back, their faces twisted with disgust. "Seize her!" Another Alpha commanded. "How dare a mere omega interrupt—" "Stop." The command cut through the air like steel. The crowd parted. Lucas Stone stepped forward, his eyes finding mine. “My Lor…” I paused Our eyes met and I felt something. The mate bond hit me, and from his widened eyes, I knew he felt it too.

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.

And the crowd goes wild, so eager are they to see me ripped apart for my insolence. “I almost pity her”, “This is going to be good”, “I wonder how long she'll last”, “two seconds tops”, “come on dude at least give her the benefit of a doubt”, “how about a bet”, “oh count me in”, “Start already, I want to see what her insides look like” What a bunch. But that's the reality of being an omega, meat shields in times of war and play things in times of peace. “You can do it!”

“I even had to call in a favor to my grandsons to oversee this council meeting to ensure the best outcome. They will be reporting back the outcome of this to the World Council.” That was when Octavius chuckled darkly. Kian watched the intimidating glare he sent to Raina and he remembered that he was informed of the encounter in town. Octavius was two years older than he was. Even though technically Kian was Octavius’s Alpha, Octavius was a member of the World Council. They were considered an Elite warrior and ambassador of the World Council that oversaw and upheld the laws and regulations of werewolves. Donatello was two years older than Octavius, but his accomplishments weren’t publicized.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

I lock my love for him deep down in my soul, so that once I was in the afterlife, I had something to cling too. A chill ran through me that wasn’t caused by the winter winds, but by Owen and his army of Alphas, Betas and Warriors. Like a beautiful sea of everything that was good in this world, he made my heart flutter. His blonde long blonde hair blew in the wind and his face remained stoic as he ran towards us. Like a Viking God of War, the great Alpha Mars, the king of war, was ready for battle, but where they ready for a magically beefed-up rogue army that were blood thirsty? I wasn’t sure. A Part of me wants to tell Owen to run like Forrest Gump, but I remain silent.

Deven became clearer too, and I kind wish he hadn't, as his figure reminded me of just what the difference between an omega and a normal wolf was. His stocky build and size would have already put me at a disadvantage, combine that with his training, and me being fucking pregnant, and I was down right screwed. I had to fight anyway. I've got to at least hurt in someway. No matter how small, I wasn't letting him erase my presence from this stupid place so easily. If he was going to kill me, kill my pup, then I was going to scar. I would make it so kids screamed just by looking at him.

His wolf whines loudly to the warrior's teeth plunged into his body, he needs to get away before his bones are crushed for it shall happen it can render him helpless. It is a game for catch for them both, eyes prying looking for visible weakness to take advantage of. Claws scrape the open underbelly of the warrior with a surprising swiftness drawing blood Deimos extracts it only to plunge it deeply once more, the male howls with misery falling to the grass floor for his underbelly is cut open the insides in sight.

A sick smirk graces his face and triumphant glint gleams in his beady eyes. Bastard “I Tomislav Oresic, Challenge the princess for the right to the crown!” All eyes turn to the hulking werecat that stands up amongst the crowd, a man who was sitting to the left of Maydor’s tent. The dude is huge, built like a werewolf with mean eyes and bulking muscles. A man I had never seen before - a werecat who was not a warrior but was built like a brick shit house and twice as intimidating.