Cat Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

Viewing the faces of the men, they looked nervous, like they didn’t know which outcome they would rather have. I turned my attention back to the council. “This fight is for the alpha of the Watermoon pack. Owen Daniel Liebe has challenged Charles Gregory Watermoon to a duel for the alpha position. May the moon goddess be with you both.” They then stepped out of the circle. One member shouted, “begin.” Charles and I quickly shifted; Storm was ready to end him after threatening Mel. Storm rushed Charles jumping onto his back, with his front paw, Charles managed to cut into my stomach. I let go and jumped back. The cut began to burn. It burned the way the silver burned the other night, that is

He tore through them like a whirlwind, his claws and fangs leaving a trail of death in his wake. Aeolus himself emerged from the palace to confront the rogue werewolf. He was a towering figure, with fur as black as night and eyes like molten gold. "Who are you?" Aeolus demanded. "I am the Supreme God Destroyer," the rogue werewolf replied. "And I have come to claim your head." Aeolus laughed. "You are outnumbered, rogue. My forces will destroy you." "We shall see," the Supreme God Destroyer said.

I snarled, grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. He rolled and sprang up, tackling me mid-shift. We hit the dirt hard, the breath knocked from my lungs. He straddled me, claws at my throat. “Admit it,” he hissed. “Your mother killed herself because of you!” My beast surged. I threw him off me with a roar, shifting fully this time, bones cracking as fur exploded across my skin. He followed instantly, his beast massive and furious, eyes blazing with hatred. We circled each other, snarling. I lost it and lunged.

“The public display… the hybrid shockwave Leo unleashed during the feast… the magic was so dense it ripped through the atmospheric veil. Every rogue faction, every rival pack within three thousand leagues felt the awakening of a god-class heir.” I swung my legs off the bed, ignoring the sharp protest of my healing muscles as I stood to my full, towering height. “Give me a number, Jaxon. Who is marching?” The scout looked up, his lips trembling as he delivered the death warrant of our fragile new beginning. “An alliance of five rival packs, Alpha. Led by the Blood-Scourge syndicate. They aren't marching to negotiate or raid. They have raised the black war banners. A force of over ten thousand

Scar POV Scar's muscles undulated underneath his dark fur as he charged toward the huge Lycaon, his strong jaws raging at the animal's flank. The air was thick with the aroma of fight, the hints of growls and the popping of Selene's dim wizardry filling his detects. He had come to the guide of Sebastian's pack, driven by a feeling of obligation and a longing to upset the sorceress' wound plans.

He could tell from their shapes that they were goblins, but why were they here? Traitors? Had the rebellion happened already, and they were here to end his reign before it truly began? But the second they touched Scar, rage unlike anything he'd ever felt before pulsed through him like a rabid heartbeat. "Don't you fucking touch her!" Damon growled, pulling at the threads of his wolf soul deep inside him and pulling it out into the open. Just like that, he shifted into a wolf and sprang at their attackers.

"That is not going to happen, bitch. Prepare your mind because you are not leaving here alive." Ava opened her eyes in shock while the Leader of the wild cats said, "Your beloved Scorpion killed my son, my eyeball. Put a bullet through his skull for the sake of a bitch like you and his fucking ego, and I have longed for revenge for so long. Just as he took something precious from me, I'm going to take away what is most precious to him."

that no matter what he looked like I would end him. “ What have we here?A prize I will enjoy playing with before I rip you to shreds.” He said in a deep raspy voice. His face was scarred yet handsome and he looked menacing. He looked to be an older cat who had fought a few battles in his time. I smiled letting the electric currents from the air wrap around my hands and feeling my eyes change to electric blue. “ I am your end Kitty cat.” I said in a calm voice. Inside my rage was boiling but I needed to be quick in order to help Selwyn if need be. The need to protect my mate was very strong. I released the electric balls of energy in my hands very quickly and watched the look of surprise on

“I’m grateful she’s here.” Something in his tone made me glance at him. “You spend a lot of time with her, don’t you? Working on pack business?” “Some. She’s been helping me strategize about the werewolf situation.” He paused. “The council told me today that there are survivors from the packs I destroyed. They’re organizing. Calling themselves the Survivors’ Alliance.” My steps faltered. “How many?” “At least six packs with significant numbers. Maybe more.” His voice was heavy with guilt. “People I hurt, Alina. Families I destroyed. All because I believed Claude and his mother’s lies.”