Black Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

Guided by her intuition, she followed the invisible thread that led her to a secluded part of the forest. There, amidst the dense foliage, she discovered a sight that both captivated and saddened her. A lone wolf, fierce and untamed, roamed with a restless energy. The creature's coat which must have been once vibrant and sleek, was now matted and unkempt. Its eyes, once filled with life, held a haunting glimmer of enormous pain. She immediately recognised him as the last surviving member of the Blackwood pack.

Never one to hide, Katalea shifted, while Dakari remained. “I have heard myths about the black panther in my world,” a now very cute asian girl said, throwing her long dark hair over her shoulder. Katalea smiled, “Here I am just Katalea.” Another man spoke, he had been a brown wolf moments before but now stood before them with military short brown hair. ”We are grateful for the assist, but..” here he paused and looked around, “what are you doing here?” Katalea couldn’t help but grin. She tried to sound incredulous, “What, you don’t have many panthers in these parts?”

"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,

Soon, I hear barking and howling. Then I burst into a clearing and I'm surrounded by wolves, black, gray, silver, and white. They're huge, bigger than you think from movies and TV. If they stood on their hind legs, they would dwarf me. Their eyes shine yellow and green in the evening dusk. They surround me completely and the biggest, most dangerous black wolf comes forward and licks my hand. Tristan. I grin. “Want to race?” I ask them. They immediately bark and yip around me.

She waited for a long time, without hearing anything But she opened her eyes in horror when she felt saliva filling her hand She screamed in terror when she found Black the wolf with the large scar on his cheek and his soft black fur in front of her. Even his eyes were black, unlike his owner's hazel eyes He let out soft noises to put her hand on her chest in fear, but the idea that he wouldn't hurt her made her feel more comfortable, so she raised her hand. She touched his fur and closed his eyes comfortably, moving his head against her hand. He looked like a puppy with his movements! "Let's go, don't run so fast, ok Black?" I whispered to him and that made him open his eyes

He's the Alpha's right hand man, if he doesn't at least try to win this, he could be seen as a failure, depending on how harsh this pack is. He stands, shaking his head and pulling his clothes off. "Don't get hurt." He says, and then he's gone, replaced by his dirty blonde colored wolf. My panther doesn't hesitate; she leaps forward, claws extended and mouth dripping with saliva. She's in battle mode, and it scares me. I have always thought how much it would suck to be going against her.

Kate and Anderson chorused as they watched the men scramble in order to meet the Pope. I staggered back, hoping I could take the sides and escape to my yard before they could notice. As I turned to run, something pulled me back, pinning me to the ground. “Anderson!” I cried as fangs began to emerge from his gum. I tried pulling myself out of his grasp, but his strength had suddenly gone from zero to hero. I cried for help, but not a single soul came in play. Why? They were also getting their supply of the pain. Kate had somehow attacked the men, tearing their flesh out like a butcher in his workshop.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

So it had to be an unusual group of humans who had befriended the cats, let alone secured the required permits to travel with them in the United States. He questioned again the unusual behavior of the cats themselves. Even if they had been hand-raised and trained, the coordination of their efforts to bring down an intruder in their midst, especially when chaos and the smell of blood were all around them, was remarkable. The huge black panther had not even licked at the woman's wounds or attempted to sample the blood of the other two fallen band members. The scent of fresh blood should have triggered the cats' instinct to hunt, to eat. Leopards were notorious scavengers as well as hunters. So