Cat Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

Omar grabbed Megan to himself as soon as he heard his name and raised his head. It wasn't his father who had called, it was him, Taheem, the head of the Sheikh's guards. He stood menacingly, one hand on the hilt of the sword that hung on his waist and the other hand by his side in a fist. His gurtha flapped wildly around his head, disturbed by the desert harsh winds. Omar eyed him, his presence was never a good sign, nothing about him was a good sign.

In the behavior of a cloud-thunder tiger, this was a sign of extreme anger. "Old woman, do you know what you're saying?" Krasu's voice was deep and filled with an unmistakable murderous intent. He wasn’t just a cute kitten. With dozens of extraordinary beings under his belt, his battle experience was rich and extensive. He merely appeared adorable in front of Logo. The pressure from a top-tier predator of the jungle surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming Catherine’s mind and suffocating her. She hadn't expected the most intense reaction to her words to come from Krasu rather than Logo.

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."

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.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

*Bang* *Roar* The Resurrection Cat roared in rage as the sword struck it. And then it tried to get up and deal with Frowning Tiger, but Domineering Tiger wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Jumping into the air, the powerful Tiger span a couple of times and descended upon the Resurrection Cat with his mighty spear. Although the weapon couldn’t be compared to magical blades like Caliburn or Durandal, it was a weapon masterfully sculpted by the best of craftsmen. It was the best of what money could afford, and it was time to test its true worth. *Boom*

​A blur of silver-tipped black fur hits him like a falling meteor. ​Kai is there. Atlas roars to life, his massive form rippling with pure, unadulterated Alpha fury as he tackles the scout mid-air. They hit the dirt in a tangle of limbs. Atlas doesn't hesitate; his jaws lock onto the rogue's throat, tearing the flesh in a brutal, wet spray of dark blood. ​The scout crumples instantly.

Kiva asked. “The old magic,” Tavrin replied. “The part of the Spiral that remembers what it was before any crown or bloodline touched it.” We fell silent. Something more than war was coming. Something old enough to shake the foundations of every side. 6 : The Bone Path When the Scourge came, they did not howl. They did not scream. They moved like the wind fast, silent, brutal. And at their center was a force unlike anything I had seen. It wasn’t just warriors or Lycans. It was something twisted. Flesh bent by dark rituals, threads tangled with rot. Something that once might’ve been a wolf, or a man, or both but now answered to neither.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Katerina’s wolf, Sky, is raining down ice spears that pierce into each target, she never misses. Sky eyes are glowing ice blue and I can see her whipping her head in every direction she sees a rogue, but she doesn’t see the one sneaking up behind her. “Sky! Behind you,” warns Nero as he takes off towards her but we are too late. The rogue tackles Sky making her lose focus. They tumble along the ground, snapping and biting each other until they hit a rock and I see Sky is no longer moving and has shifted back into Katerina’s body. Nero growls and sinks his teeth into the rogues throat, slicing into his artery. We leave the wolf to slowly bleed out as we check on Sky.