Black Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

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.

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.

From what the black cat had discovered, it was all a great sin and cruelty that made it very angry. "Don't take too long, fill all the places with your poison and then I will burn this place to ashes!" said the black cat in a very cold voice. The green snake understood, and with a burst of poison from its mouth, all the places around the bandit headquarters turned into a green mist that filled the forest. Seeing the green mist certainly frightened the bandits, and the weak ones immediately fell due to the green snake's poison. "Die, you bastards!" The black fire tiger used its claws to slash at the bandit headquarters, and the black fire, which could not be extinguished by ordinary water, sp

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

He whimpered again, but this time, it's laced with relief. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the air. A lone black wolf, larger than any other except the Alphas, emerged from the treeline. Its golden eyes shine with an intense, desperation-filled ferocity, and its fur is matted with blood. It's a survivor, a lone wolf, and it wants revenge. He will regret showing his face. Callista throws herself in front of me, a low growl rumbling in her throat. "This one's mine, Cassius. Go help the warriors at the border."

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

Perhaps after that, I’d sleep peacefully with nothing to stress me out any longer, nor heartbreaking betrayals. I was about to tell him to press the trigger when my eyes caught a mysterious silhouette advancing towards us. Thanks to the poison I consumed, my vision was shit, but It looked like a wild animal, and as it slowly got closer, I recognised it to be a big cat—a black panther. I tensed, trying to force my declining sight to focus on the creature. There was something about it that I couldn’t pinpoint.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.