Black Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

How would they win then? “I’m afraid our new friend doesn’t agree,” Black Hand laughed and said. Orange Ivy turned to Mane with a questioning look on her face. Mane scratched his head and smiled wryly. But he admired Black Hand for seeing through his thoughts and understanding just what he was thinking. “Black Hand is an assassin. His weapons are the source of his strength. Vital Orange is a Tiger, and without his claws and teeth, he’s basically 65% weaker. As for you, you cannot really be classified as a Bull or a Boar because your fighting style seems different. I’m assuming that the whip attached to your hip isn’t just for show. Which means you are more likely to be a rare type of Thrashe

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black, normally only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which most alphas don't have, her aura was normal and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos, so fragile. When I shift, I see Adonis cock his head to the side but he doesn't say anything. I'm the first to take off, Tamisra weaves in and out of the trees, wanting Adonis to chase her. He of course happily obliged. Predicable little alpha.

Asura heard something from behind. MEOW! A black-furred stray cat stood right behind Asura. "Cat?!" "Right, the predators that often prey on mice are cats. So what, it's just a cat." Asura monologued to himself. When the cat wanted to ambush him, Asura immediately sprayed a sizable fire towards the stray cat. BRRAR! In an instant, the black cat disappeared from Asura's sight. Only ashes and a burning scent remained of the cat. "Sorry, I've gone too far. Next time don't try to surprise me from behind." Asura walked away and approached Arya Santanu who was very interested in the sword seller.

Swiftly, the branch rattles rigorously, raining leaves, droplets of rainwater, and tiny shrapnels which lasts only for a second before a huge black blur zips out of the cover of the leaves and smaller branches. My eyes follow the blur as it lands on the ground, and I smile widely when I meet deep black orbs staring back at me. I begin to roll up the sleeves of my blouse as I push away from the door and step down the old concrete porch steps. “I think it’s time we set the pups out, don’t you think?” I suggest, stepping away from the last step and onto the damp mowed lawn. “They’re stable now, and I’ve stuffed them real good”. Upma is a large wild cat- A black Panther to be precise. Grandmothe

"Fine! I'll eat 'Ultraman' again... And what's with that face? Did you sleep well? You look tired... Are you okay?" "Huh?... Well, I stayed up a bit... But it's nothing serious..." "Sure?" Sotomayor stroked his face right on his dark circles. "Dark circles don't suit your handsome face!" "Don't touch me! Go have breakfast!" He ordered, removing Sotomayor's hands and turning away so as not to see her. "Oriental Gray: Why do you call yourself Black Cat?... Black Cat: Because I'm a cat with nowhere to go. There's no place for a black cat that brings bad luck... Oriental Gray: Could it be that you've come across the wrong owner?"

His cat - a deep shade of red with eyes that glow like demon dogs – mercilessly maims and kills until he stands above me hissing and snarling at the other males whose hands had touched me. Arik steps forward, the king of the Pride baring his teeth and roaring back at my mate. My heart stutters and fear swirls when they pounce on one another. Crimson’s form doubles in size and the rippling red of his fur that coats his cat, glistens under the glow of the moon and the tip of the dawn’s first light. The witching hour. Like fiery flames flickering and licking, his fur dances and flares with each movement as they lock in a brutal battle... An enigma is what he is, and I’m captivated by the power

show them what to expect. He gathered his warriors to make a circle around me so I could show them all how I was going to fight the cats. He explained to them what I told him but didn’t tell them I am a dragon. That was probably for the best for now and I was grateful. You never who could be a traitor within the pack. I already had my doubts about beta Ray and his loyalty to my mate. I didn’t want them to fear me. Selwyn walked over to me in the circle and kissed me and said,” Show us what you got my Rain.” I nodded my head and waited for him to back away from me. Electricity danced in sparks up my fingers and my eyes turned an electric shade of blue as I called the earth’s natural currents

Right before my eyes, I saw how the big black cat attacked the pitiful cat and almost beat it to death, dugging his long strong claws against the vulnerable skin of his prey and even biting its body with angry teeth. "Hey! Stop it! Stop it already!" I couldn't help but intervene trying to stop the black cat from gradually killing the helpless cat. But they didn't seem to hear anything and the fight went on. That was when I decided to pick a stone and throw it on the black cat just so it could get rid and free the powerless cat. Soon as the stone hit the black mean cat, he rattled and ran away immediately while the white cat remained making a continuous wary sound, crying in fear of almost ge

"Double restraints this time. And dose her every hour until she breaks." They grabbed Aria. She couldn't fight. Couldn't move. Could barely breathe. This was it. She'd saved Kira. That was something. But now— A howl split the air. Everyone froze. The howl came again. Closer. Not one voice. Dozens. Hundreds. Thorne burst from the trees. In full Alpha form. Massive. Terrifying. Covered in battle scars. Behind him. The entire Blackwater pack. All of them. Every wolf. Armed. Furious.

The tips of my ears burned. A shiver ran down to my tailbone, and a fluffy wolf tail threatened to manifest right then and there. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Rylan Blackthorn just posted a new Tweet. My finger shook as I tapped it. The message was brief: Mischievous kitten. The accompanying image shows a majestic Maine Coon cat, its fur identical to my wolf-like coat, resting its fluffy head affectionately on a slender, pale hand.