Black Cat Warrior Novels & Stories

the warrior announced, holding up a torn piece of cloth. A piece of my clothing. My stomach churned. “No. No, this isn't real…” I muttered. The warriors tone sounding cold. “After further interrogation, he confessed that he was under the orders of someone laced with the pack.” A suffocating silence. Kian’s voice was razor-sharp. “And who must that be?” The warrior hesitated before speaking. “Evans Blackthorn.” A sudden cacophonous loud gasp cut through the silent air.

He mouthed a silent thank you before the light in his eyes vanished forever and his body went limp against mine. Behind me, the other two bitten scouts had fully transformed. Their screams were inhuman, a twisted song of bone-snapping agony and predatory lust. They lunged at the group of warriors gathered at the tent entrance, their silver daggers flashing. Kaelen was a whirlwind of black steel, his movements a blur of lethal grace as he and his Black Wolves drove them back. They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

The heavy metal slabs flew down the hallway, crushing the lead Gamma warrior instantly against the stone wall. The corridor fell completely silent, the smoke clearing to reveal a sight straight from the deepest depths of the underworld. A massive, midnight-black wolf stood in the doorway. He was larger than any beast I had ever seen, his fur bristling with silver static electricity that hissed in the dark. His eyes weren't silver anymore; they were two blazing, blinding pools of white-hot celestial light. Richard had returned. The moment I breached the upper floor and saw the Gamma warriors holding Natalie, something inside my soul permanently snapped. The thin veneer of my human control sha

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

He whimpered again, but this time, it's laced with relief. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the air. A lone black wolf, larger than any other except the Alphas, emerged from the treeline. Its golden eyes shine with an intense, desperation-filled ferocity, and its fur is matted with blood. It's a survivor, a lone wolf, and it wants revenge. He will regret showing his face. Callista throws herself in front of me, a low growl rumbling in her throat. "This one's mine, Cassius. Go help the warriors at the border."

'Elliott has just taken her down. 'STOP!' I screamed through the link as I stood up making everyone in the room look at me. I had a feeling I knew who it was. 'DON'T HURT HER!' I motioned for the others to follow and as soon as I was out of the packhouse, I shifted into Thor and ran. Thor is a massive ebony black wolf with white on his paws and deep blue eyes which shone under the moon's light. Ralf's sandy brown wolf was by me in seconds. My father's black wolf ran along the other side of me. Josiah and my Gamma Josh were behind me. We went towards a clearing to see Kari with her back up against a tree shaking like a leaf whilst she was surrounded by four of my warriors in wolf form. The ja

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“Jill, this is Electra. Electra, this greedy thief, is my best friend. We call him Jill.” Electra looked at the large black man covered in black ink tattoos. Just like with the wolves, she could sense his beast inside him. She never understood how she could sense shifters and the different rankings. But just as it so often happened, the two voices that were always with her confirmed what she already knew. He was from an ancient line of Siberian werecats. He was a warrior. The large black man smiled at Electra and stole another fry. “You’re gorgeous. But I’m sure you hear that a lot.”

After that, the beast could kill the warriors from second-grade worlds for the blood beads. The second-grade-world warriors' offer was accepted by the Black-scaled Tiger, but oddly enough, the warriors noticed that many of their own died as well…and it was at the hands of beasts. They slowly realized something was wrong, and when they investigated the matter, they were furious. The Black-scaled Tiger was working with those from third-grade worlds as well! Both sides provided information about each other, and the Black-scaled Tiger pretended to work with them. It might have seemed that the tiger was accommodating all their requests, but the humans had, in fact, been duped!