Black Cat Warrior Novels & Stories

"Well, um, for some pack warriors they needed a BJ. It stands for Black Jacket," "A black jacket? Carter wanted a black jacket?" "Yep kiddo, but these black jackets aren't ordinary, they have magic chanted on them to help the warriors get more invincibility," I cringed, I don't want to lie anymore, but what can I say? "Oh, so Carter wanted those BJs too himself, huh?" "Yes, you see, Carter isn't a strong wolf, so he needed those to help him in the battle field," "I thought he'd be one of the best warriors in the pack? But anyway, I want it too Luna! I want it, I want it!" she exclaimed happily,

The man in black spoke. "Suppressing my rhyuk is a piece of cake. I can suppress my rhyuk to the extent that they can't sense me at all. " Teresa respond. The man in black was satisfied at Teresa's reason. "Aren't you against this? " Rioka asked the man in black. "The truth is, I'm excited to see what's the outcome if Teresa is gone. What will be the organization next resolve after they lost their strongest warrior? " The man in black was intrigued by this scenario.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

The journey was long and tiring, but they finally arrived at the Claw pack. Upon arrival, the group was greeted by the pack leader, Kaida, who was a tall and imposing werewolf with jet black fur. Kaida welcomed them to the clan and expressed gratitude to Zemo by bowing to him for their assistance. The pack leader, Kaida, greeted the newcomers warmly but was also cautious. She wanted to ensure that the newcomers were indeed skilled warriors and mages before she could fully trust them. To test Silas's skills, she arranged for an ambush in the forest.

He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him. Amari has rested assuredly. They had won the second stage. The guy with raven black hair, dirtied face, and black blood covered in his clothes and face. He wiped it off and put back his sword from his waist. "Amari, I'm sorry." He said worriedly and offered his hand to his comrade. Amari almost cried in relief accepting, his hand. "We did it." Amari looked at the Whole Arena. The dead SCHIZOPHREN was laying in the ground with its tentacles splatted all over the place. Alkhun has defeated the monster. They started to see the people outside. Looking at them in awe.

It would have felt too weird. “Ivy,” I called as I saw another warrior creeping up on her. She looked up and behind her, but I could tell she wasn’t going to make it in time. I rushed towards them when a black wolf came from nowhere and sealed its jaws around the neck of the warrior and ripped with ease. I recognised the wolf almost a second after by the purple sheen to her coat. I grinned, knowing that Kierra would protect Ivy with her life. Ivy beamed at her mate for a second before somersaulting over her back and kicking another warrior clean in the face. I felt a tug and from behind as another one grabbed me and tried throwing me to the ground. He had got momentum enough, but he underest

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

I am livid. How dare he try to command me. I am his mate, not his toy. He will realize you don’t play around with me and leave unscathed. He may be an Alpha, but I am a purebred warrior, and he will learn, or he will learn not to cross me ever again. Ryker’s aura is oppressing everyone. I can feel my mom’s wolf, Sylvia whimpering, my mom trying to diffuse the situation. She knows what will happen if I submit to my rage.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.