Black Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

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.

Something I saw too much of, even before I spilled it with my own hands. The tapestry depicted a battle, wolves against cats. I thought I heard something where Black River was stolen from the werecats, and Blood Moon’s territories used to border the werecats until Black Moon stole land from them and claimed it as their own. With that kind of history, it wasn’t surprising that their descendants turned out to be as odious and entitled as they were. Ancient history, either way, and no way of telling what was actually true without being colored by hate and bias.

"No problem. I wanted to apologize, have I done that before? I am not sure, can't remember. But if I haven't, I am sorry." "For what?" I ask. "For everything. I was so excited to finally meet my mate, I just threw myself at you like a caveman." "I think you already apologized for that." "Then I apologize for breaking in like that and giving you more reasons to fear me." I can't help but smile at him. He is kind of adorable. "You are forgiven." "So, shall we start over? I am Damon Blackwater, Alpha of the Blackwater pack." "I am Catherine. Catherine Thames."

He never once complained because we both understood the cost of caring for our pack. Kai was very impressive for a wolf. He was a massive black wolf, larger than any other Alpha wolves that we had met. There were also streaks of midnight blue throughout his fur. As far as we knew, he was the only wolf with that coloring pattern, and he was quite proud of that.

When I'm training to become the best warrior in the kingdom, I tie it back, and I feel like a fierce warrior, ready to take on any challenge that comes my way! Luckily my annoying little sister had disappeared when I finally emerged from my bedroom dressed in black shorts and a black top, along with my black trainers. Yeah, black is my favourite colour, the same as my wolf, Indie. She is beautiful with black fur and a white patch on the left ear. Indie hates how against having a mate I am, but she will get over it. We are the best on the training team, and I want to keep it that way.

Finally, he could see the true power of the white cat, which had remained dormant ever since they’d met. "Tired? With a monster like you in my world, how could I possibly be tired? Hahahaha, don’t joke around, you damn monster! Transformation,” the white cat released a terrifying aura from its body, and in that instant, the peaceful secret realm shook as the white cat unleashed its aura. The shadow of a giant tiger appeared above the white cat’s head; its black eyes and fangs revealed just how ferocious it was. GROAAAAAAARRRRRR

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

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

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

The first one was a huge wolf with black fur coating it, his roar was powerful enough to make anyone submit to him, anger circling around him in waves. And opposite him was a human figure, wearing a long black coat. His aura was rather calm and unaffected. He stood casually with his hands tucked in his pockets, his face unrecognizable from the distance, but one could still make out a silhouette with a broad frame. Muscled and toned.