Black Cat Warrior Novels & Stories

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

to stick around because it was going to take awhile but he said that he was also getting a similar one done on the left side of his chest but instead of the sword I was getting, his was going to be a dagger with the same white rose around it. We were given surgical gowns to change into and Daniel asked if we could share a room, I laughed nervously and said that I wasn’t scared if that’s what he was worried about and he said that he knew that but he was. I knew he wasn’t. He already had other tattoos, he knew this was my first and knew I was scared even though I wouldn’t admit it. I then told him that he had to promise not to get all hysterical when he saw the scars on my back. I told him ab

The warrior spat on his face and insulted him also saying that he does not know anything and even if he does he will never tell him anything, not even the slightest bit of it. Coby cursed out and rubbed his face in disgust and ordered one of the vampires to cut the two hands of the warrior. The vampire did as he was told and the warrior shouted in pain. Coby asked him again to tell him what he knew or they would go on like that till he was completely dead.

That was her curse. In her dream, she stood at the head of a new pack—hundreds, not dozens—and somewhere in the crowd was Derick, older, his eyes hard and golden like Donovan’s, his mouth set in the same cruel tilt as Damon’s. She watched as he beckoned to the outcasts, the failures, the monsters, and they came. Not docile, but fiercely, fighting for a place at the edge of the fire. She woke with the certainty that whatever was coming, they would not merely survive. They would thrive. And the world would learn new stories about Black Claw, none of them kind.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

“Don’t regret this, Yvonne! One day, Marin will become a lucky carp. Mother, I’ll take good care of you then.” Alora’s taunting voice rang out behind me as I carried the black wolf out of the hall. I simply ignored her. Just you wait and see. Without me carrying the burden, they would probably have to tighten their belts just to support Marin. A carp would struggle just to leave the water without a good supply of spirit treasures. Even if a rare opportunity came, Alora would not have the chance to seize it. Back in my room, the instant an orb of light sank into my forehead, Ralph, the black wolf, shook out his fur and transformed into a handsome man.

ThenLucien’s voice echoed inside her mind. “Black blood… the final seal. Once it awakens, you will no longer be human.” She screamed, fighting to hold on but it was too late. Her eyes flared crimson. Fangs emerged. Power surged through her body like a storm. The air twisted. Blood erupted from the ground, writhing like living shadows. Marcus stared in horror. “Dear God… what is this?” Dr. Alaric’s smile widened. “The Black Blood, the hybrid lineage of Lilith and Draven. At last, it awakens.”

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.