Black Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

" _ I'm going to die of shame! But, if it's for Mate! Ah-Whoooo! "Let's just say it's like me asking you to put on cat ears and meow suddenly... "Black replied, a hint of disgust in his voice. Bianca widened her eyes before leaning towards him, finding herself below Black's face. She slowly raised both fists to eye level with a mischievous grin and simply went, "Miaou?" Black could see his wolf's eyes grow to the size of plates and open his mouth wide. _Did Mate just? " ... "

More wolves appeared unexpectedly from the woods, and Phoenix was hobbling on three legs while Blackjack returned his gaze. Flashing his fangs once more, Blackjack feels victorious, while Joseph approaches him and says, “Blackjack, you need to land one final strike, and then we’ll finish this, no longer needing to worry about him.” "Have faith in me, old man, I can handle this," Blackjack stated, setting Joseph aside mentally. With every ounce of his being, Blackjack withdrew a few steps, focusing on Phoenix. With full force, Blackjack sprinted towards Phoenix, aiming to incapacitate him. Before Blackjack could reach Phoenix's throat, Phoenix struck his chest with his uninjured paw, making B

Kat smiled at him as the shadows formed around her and covered her from sight, before dropping again to reveal her third form. Before Ruben and Vlad stood a massive black panther like creature, but it had small wings coming from the top of its front shoulders, short black horns protruding from its temples, a long flowing bushy tail and a ruff of long hair under its neck and down its massive muscled chest. Those eyes were still the same though and starting to dilate out, getting blacker and blacker, like a cat focused on its prey and about to pounce. “Kat!” Ruben hardly breathed. “Don’t go…”

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

He mouthed a silent thank you before the light in his eyes vanished forever and his body went limp against mine. Behind me, the other two bitten scouts had fully transformed. Their screams were inhuman, a twisted song of bone-snapping agony and predatory lust. They lunged at the group of warriors gathered at the tent entrance, their silver daggers flashing. Kaelen was a whirlwind of black steel, his movements a blur of lethal grace as he and his Black Wolves drove them back. They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"

No, they auction animals. One new subspecies in particular. A black Patger. Apparently, it is a hybrid crossed with a black panther and a tiger. I too would like to see this but not to buy. If you believe what they are saying, it is to be used in combat. Well, we shall see about that.