Cat Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

Garen turned, confused just long enough for chaos to erupt. The Scourged moved fast—faster than any wolf I’d ever seen. In moments, the Enforcers were caught between blades and black fire, turning the clearing into a battlefield soaked in screams. Kael reached for me. “We have to go.” But I froze. Because one of the Scourged had stepped forward—taller than the others, her face half-covered in a silver veil. She lowered her hood. And my blood ran cold. “…Mother?” Kael stiffened.

She tightly gripped her hand, causing her knuckles to lose their color. A bright light emanated from the area where the groyals were launching their assault on Damien's men. From the direction of the trees in the forest as well, creating a scene resembles a captivating dance of the enchanting aurora. It was beautiful, if only it wasn't followed by the roar of wrath as those creatures were destroyed. 'Yes! You did it, Cat. You're so much more than you think you are. You are a goddess.' I wish Celeste could hear the roar of her creatures, which are destroyed one by one by Catrina.

Kate had blood streaming down her side from a claw strike, but she had just outmaneuvered her opponent, twisting mid-air to sweep under the rogue slicing up their belly and tearing out their throat as they were still looking to see where she had landed. As the rogue fell on top of Kate, another warrior grabbed its hind leg tugging him off her. He tossed the rogue’s body onto the growing pile of rogues to be burned. As soon as he did that Kate was back up and scanning the crowd. She quickly saw they only had one rogue left and let out a howl for the final warrior to stop his fight. There were two warriors immediately there taking the last standing rogue into their custody. The rogue would

"Well, um, it's uh, someone older than me. He lives in the castle and is in the feline species." I blinked, raising an eyebrow. An odd way to describe someone. I thought for a minute, tapping a claw to my chin. "Older, in the castle, a cat..." I mentally flipped imaginary files, figuring it out after a moment of silence. "The only person I can think of is Furo." Kole sighed heavily and tapped his claws together. "Yep." I blinked a few times, the information sinking in. "Of all the demons and few angels here in Hell, you were drawn to the tiger of wrath. That's, unexpected."

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

The Atlantian guards infront of the door were doing their best to fight off the combination of freaks and Vampires that had accumulated infront of the door, but they were slowly falling one by one. It took no time for me and the large werecat to jump into the battle and begin our assault on the dark forces. As I fought with my hands, having no elemental resources to pull from, the large werecat let out a ferocious roar that made the tunnels around us rattle as it echoed down them. Before long many other werecats were there with us, immersed in the battle ripping the Vampires and freaks apart with their sharp teeth and even sharper claws. The screams of those dark creatures would forever be i

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

They had barely urged the horses forward when the wind shifted… and with it, something primal settled over the land. We all felt it. A growl, low and thunderous, rumbled through the air like a storm on the horizon. Every warrior froze. I turned in my saddle, already tensing, and then I saw him. A rogue stepped out from the edge of the brush. No, not just any rogue. He was massive. Towering, muscle stacked on muscle, with scars crisscrossing his body like war tattoos. His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne.

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

“So it’s only befitting they get the same EQUAL punishment for their crimes.” My eyes snapped to him in disbelief. How could he say that? I was certain he remembered exactly who Tommy was and what he meant to me. He knew Tommy was my friend. “I am no Rogue!” Tommy growled, jerking against the ropes. “I am the nephew of Alpha Dorian of Red Moon! The future Alpha of the Pack!” “Which only means you deserve more punishment than I even thought,” Kael shot back. His voice was low now, “Do you realize what you’ve just done to yourself and your whole pack? The danger you just put your pack in?”