Black Cat Warrior Novels & Stories

Fighting his warriors was not as easy as fighting the Silver Moon Pack warrior and the rogues. The Black Moon Pack warriors were tough and very skilled in fighting, both in human form and in wolf form. When he saw that the warriors were giving him a hard time he has to tap onto his powers from the underworld, the power was too much that it made the warriors lose all their strengths falling limp on the ground as the energy was being drained by an unknown force.

So many emotions and thoughts zinging past it nearly makes me dizzy after barely hearing or feeling her for so long. “She thinks you are Tarot,” I say and the white witch doesn’t seem to flinch. Zek, Kira, and Jax shift joining the fight to help the pack warriors. They have so many rogues and warriors but they aren’t trained well so our warriors are picking them off easily. I smell death and a coppery tang fills the air. On the other side of the field, Tarot stands in a black cloak chanting violently her eyes no more than pools of swirling black. The ground rumbles for a moment then ceases.

We’d done this too many times not to know the dance. We were already late. The first Blackridge warrior exploded out of the stairwell mid-shift - bones snapping, claws tearing free before his feet even hit the carpet. He was fast. Sloppy with confidence. Cameron met him head-on. No warning. No roar. Just impact. The sound of it drove into my chest - body hitting wall, drywall cracking as Cameron’s forearm crushed the man’s throat and kept going. The warrior dropped hard, choking, blood already spilling between his fingers.

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

“Nightmares: a level of power long forgotten because of the rarity of people with this level of power. But that was what the Black Dragon was. And like other Mystic Path Users at the Nightmare level, he had his own title: the Black Warrior. Because Mystic Path Users were fundamentally different from New Types, they didn’t earn titles based on ordinary animal forms because their power was beyond that. They could summon flames and ice and could manipulate the elements based on their affinities. And the Black Warrior was no different. Legend says that he had the ability to manipulate darkness, and his power was called the Darkness Set. The Darkness Set was a set of armor that Black Warrior coul

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

They exploded. BOOM. Dust and debris rained down. A figure stepped through the smoke. He was massive. He wore armor made of blackened steel that seemed to absorb the torchlight. On his back was a greatsword the size of a grown man. His face was scarred, his eyes the color of storm clouds. He wasn't a hero. He didn't glow. He looked like a walking war crime. The Mercenary. The Black Wolf. Vespera didn't stand up. She sipped her tea.

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

’ Jones says with a very grave voice. His voice at the moment is nothing I have heard before. His voice echoes when he speaks and his face, his face has turned completely different. His body is the same but he now has a wide wing of different colors spread at his back and his eyes are now glowing, his eyes are shining like a ray of light from a torch. And his body is covered in some complicated tattoos . He looks so angry right now. In fact, he looks so scary, like he could just kill me now but I unexpectedly find him so hot right now.