Bloody Jack Battle Cats Novels & Stories

Her voice was smooth and dangerous; it did not rise, but it carried a coldness that made Jack’s jaw tighten. “Don’t try that with me,” Jack growled. “You shot my men. You stole my ledger. You used my name to make your move. That’s a war.” Scarlett’s expression did not change. She lifted a hand and two shots cracked like thunderclaps. The sound ripped through the air, and two figures next to Jack folded forward with dull thunks as they hit the ground. One boy made a small, terrible noise and did not move again. The other lay still, winded but breathing. Blood darkened his coat where it hit the concrete.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

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.

I didn't know if they were dead or just badly injured but that scene really freaked me out. The blood of many werewolves mixed together flowed on the floor. The two sides fought so fiercely, they used their sharp claws and fangs to scratch and bite them like ferocious beasts that devoured their prey that I watched in the animal world shows. Alpha King and Jack rush into battle together. Both of them used all their energy and concentration to gain the upper hand in the battle. The chaotic scene with blood and screams made me not dare to look. The maids weren't here, maybe they were lured by Jack to somewhere else.

Catherine dropped the case and caught him before he hit the snow. "I’m... okay," Jack wheezed, clutching his chest. "Just... that took... everything." "You bluffed a room full of killers with a broken arm," Ben said, staring at him in awe. "And you stole their dogs' souls. Boss, that was terrifying." "It wasn't a bluff," Jack gritted his teeth as Catherine helped him stand. "The dogs knew. Animals always know." "We have the marrow," Catherine said, picking up the case. "We need to get back to the train. Robert has the lab ready."

As far as Jack was concerned, he was an orphan. Up ahead, near the thickest part of the fight, two wolves he recognized were locked in a vicious battle with what looked like four, no, five, wolves. Enzo and Nina were fighting to hold on, but it was a losing battle. They were too outnumbered. Enzo howled in pain as one of the wolves caught him along the side with its claws. Jack didn’t even think before he darted forward. He shot the wolf closest to him, its large body falling to the ground. A moment later, the shift rippled through it and a human body remained. A stab of regret shot through him. They were rogues.

I should have known no single anyway. Am sweating so badly right now. O.M.G! Hello? An Eyes staring at me with searching with hunger and thirst for blood. The door Creak opened a little bit. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I saw eye that are blood colored or .....am paranoid. Before I new it I passed out again. The strange creature dragged J.J body to their master, while he was still passed out. Michael POV Humm... I thought heard J.J voice just now. That idiot better not be playing around. What's this? A Mask and blade?

If I don’t kill these cats, I will lose my life. I push myself harder, sharpening every move—only to find the beasts growing smarter. Their strikes sync, their feints match mine. They fight with a cunning no ordinary cat possesses. They think like wolves; they bleed like wolves. Someone’s wolf-heart is pulling their strings. The first claws slice through my shoulder—hot, sharp, tearing. Before I can even feel the pain, another strike rips across my legs and sends me crashing backward. One cat hesitates. The other doesn’t. It slams me into the earth with brutal weight, snarling inches from my face.

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

“What’s the cat’s name?” “Jack. His owner’s obsessed.” “Jack, like the one from Titanic?” I ask her. She looks me dead in the eye. “No. Jack, as in Jack the Ripper.” She opens the door, and we finally go inside. The black cat, Jack, is in the hallway, staring at us. “Why Jack the Ripper? He doesn’t seem that bad.” I move closer to pet him, but the cat hisses and tries to scratch me. I jerk back, eyes wide. “Holy crap, this cat’s worse than Amanda with a cross!”