Black Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

With a sweep of my arms, I glided through the water, my body slicing clean lines beneath the surface. Ripples shimmered beneath the moonlight, casting sharp shadows over the water—broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and defined abs surfaced and submerged again like a predator moving through the night. If there were any females standing on the edge of the pool right now, they wouldn't be able to tear their eyes away. The weaker-willed ones? They’d be soaked just from looking. After all, I’m every she-wolf’s fantasy—Alexander Blackwood, current Alpha of the Blackwood Pack and the highest-ranking Alpha in the North American Council. The most powerful resources of the largest wolf pack in the world

he ordered, his voice low, controlled, and laced with something ancient and menacing. One of the elite warriors bowed without a word and rushed out of the room. Moments later, the heavy iron-bolted doors creaked open again—this time with an eerie silence that made Zara’s skin crawl. The warrior returned, gripping a thick silver-chain leash—and at the end of it padded a creature few in the pack had ever seen and lived to tell of. A massive black jaguar.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

She had the most perfectly manicured fingers. “I am not sure if we have met,” I said, shaking her hand. “No, I just got here a few moments ago,” she said. “Missed out on the wedding as well. I am Catalina, daughter of Alpha Juan of BlackRiver pack,” I frowned. I have heard of the BlackRiver pack before. “If I am not wrong, BlackRiver is the pack Asher went to train. In Spain?” I mumbled. Catalina nodded, the smile still lingering on her perfect full lips.

He kept pacing, growling, pushing against my control. “She’s ours,” he kept saying. “We need to claim her.” “Shut it,” I growled back mentally. “She’s just a girl who's here to perform her duties.” But even I was beginning to feel something tug at my heart. A few minutes later, Melvin returned and leaned in close. “Her name’s Catherine Blackwood,” he whispered. “She works for the event management company that handled the ball. Lives with her mother on the east side of the city. She’s a wolf, but not registered with any pack.”

Each beat is further apart, making me sleepy. “Don’t worry, little brother. We’ll take good care of her when you’re gone.” His eyes are cold and empty. I don’t get along with Skylar, but he’s my brother. How could he do this to me? To my mate? Over his shoulder, I notice movement. I blink slowly and look past him, still trying to suck in as much air as I can get. I can barely focus, but I’m pretty sure I see the largest wolf I have ever seen. Its fur is black as black as onyx with blue eyes, or are they purple? Next to the black wolf is a smaller, dark brown wolf. It looks like Rocky, but with a broader chest. My vision fades in and out as they silently stalk closer to Skylar. I don’t know e

It was riding on the back of a white-striped tigress, cradling a snoring black puppy in its arms. The white-striped tigress had been caught by Evil Moon along the way. She had just given birth to two tiger cubs, and all three were captured by Evil Moon. The cat made the tigress the black puppy's wet nurse. At first, the white-striped tigress was somewhat unwilling. After all, she was also quite a bully in the Bone-burying Forest. Her strength wasn't bad, and there was a trace of an Archean behemoth in her bloodline. However, Evil Moon gave her a good beating and her head was repeatedly smashed by Uncle Tianshu's black pot. In the end, she had no choice but to endure the insult and accept the

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes. "Oakfire, Stormshadow," Wildheart greeted them with a dip of his head. "What are you doing so close to the border?" the dark gray tom, Stormshadow, demanded. "I am showing my apprentice the borders," Wildheart replied. "She's just a kit!" the tortoiseshell spat. Oakfire placed a tail on her shoulder when Sprucepaw's fur bristled in outrage. She glared at the apprentice angrily and wished that she could show this cat a thing or two of what she knew.

Aland held his injured left arm with his body mixed with sweat and forest soil. The black wolves returned to their human form. They were well-muscled men in their early 30s and with killer eyes. Jonea also noticed they had tribal tattoos on their backs. "Get out of the way!" threatened the black wolf. "Don't get in our way if you don't want to be last like your other friends in the warehouse." “Biggest?: hissed Jonea. "What have you done to him?" The black wolf groaned as it showed its rising dance at Jonea. He looked at the girl sharply. The black wolf was ready to jump at Jonea, but Aland stopped him.