Black Cat Warrior Novels & Stories

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

The flickering flames threw restless light across the room, casting long, shifting silhouettes of the warriors standing like statues at the edges. At the far end, upon a throne carved from blackened oak and adorned with silver wolf motifs, sat Alpha Damian. His long, midnight hair framed a face of sharp angles and dark, unwavering eyes. The tailored black coat he wore blended seamlessly with the gloom, making him seem like part of the night itself—an immovable shadow made flesh.

Luna was waiting in the common room, her laptop open on the table. "Well?" I asked. She turned the screen around. On it was a profile photo of a massive wolf, easily twice the size of a normal alpha. Scars covered his body. His eyes were cold and empty. "That's Thorne Blackwater," Luna said. "Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Former Council enforcer. Undefeated in fifty-seven challenges. He's killed thirty-two wolves in sanctioned combat." My blood went cold. "He's their champion." "Yeah." Luna pulled up another photo. This one showed Thorne in human form. Seven feet tall, built like a tank, covered in tattoos and scars. "And it gets worse. Remember how Gio was trying to trade Jolie to Bloodmoon

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Sonja replied. "It was not a question human," the warrior sneered, yanking her mother. Jay knew he was from a different pack from the sigil he wore on his chest armor. Sonja tried jerking her arm from the warrior. "I said no. Get off of me!" Jay watched on in horror, not knowing what to do as her mother was yanked again forcefully. The sound of her mother's painful scream had Jaylee in tears. She just wanted this to be over. Better yet, she wished her mother would have listened to Cobra and stayed in the house today.

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

Harrison ducked around the man and tried to latch onto me again. This time, three pairs of hands whipped out and grabbed Harrison, pulling him back. “You misunderstood,” the short man said, “This is not up for discussion. You are no longer welcome at this establishment. You will not abuse and assault my victors.” Harrison yanked hard against the hands holding him back in a vice-like grip. “I am Alpha of the Blackwood Pack! How dare you treat me this way!” “How dare you treat a WOMAN this way!” The man threw back at him, emboldened by the guards assisting him. “A real Alpha would know better!”

And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost. Her knees nearly buckled. “It’s the Echo,” she whispered. “The last remnant of the Black Moon.” It smiled — a cruel, shifting thing. You brought him here, it hissed. How generous. Another vessel to consume. Zevran didn’t flinch. “You’ll choke on me before that happens.” The battle began like a storm breaking open — lightning and steel, magic and fury. Kaelira unleashed her power, the air crackling with blue fire as runes carved themselves across her skin. Zevran moved like a phantom, every strike precise, every step anchored in the rhythm of survival.

It never confronted strong opponents head-on. It hunted smartly like an experienced assassin. If this continued, the temporary alliance between the warriors would suffer massive casualties. “Watch out for that flying creature!” one of the dead warrior’s companions shouted angrily. Crack! The sound of bones shifting echoed from his body. His muscles expanded violently as black fur erupted across his skin. Soon, he transformed into a massive black wolf covered with silver markings. The transformed warrior growled deeply before launching himself toward nearby beasts. With one swing of his claws, two giant lizard-like creatures were torn cleanly into halves.