Cat Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

Tate entered, and Shane entered. "Another pack has been attacked in the east by rogues," Tate reported. I sighed. The rogue attacks had been becoming increasingly frequent. According to the advisory council, the rogues had a leader—a middle-aged alpha named Doe Aleksandr—who had been banished from a northern pack due to his crimes against the supernatural world. He had a dark heart and an insatiable thirst for power. Doe Aleksandr was determined to conquer all the packs for himself and was searching for a weapon, although no one knew what that weapon was. The advisory council had sent their best men after him, hoping to end his life before he could create more chaos, but he was elusive, like

The Sorceress ordered the guards to drag the Werecat back to the pack and lock him in the dungeon below the arena. “We’re going to make a great show of this beast,” she said, walking pass me. The guards did as she ordered, dragging the gold chain that held the Alpha Cat down. As I watched him being dragged away, Dave, who came closer to me, placing a cloth around my bare body, said, “Sometimes I fear that woman. She says that Rogue is still in the pack, but the guards and I came down from the east, searching houses and every hidden areas, but found nothing.”

Even the home Nathan and I had shared as Luna and Alpha of the Moonbeam Pack couldn’t compare to this. A tight knot twisted in my stomach at the thought of Nathan. I pushed the memory of him aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. I followed the sound of voices down the hall and approached a large, open room; the heat of a conversation caught my attention. “You need to stop running from this, Favian!” An older man’s voice said, firm and impatient. “You are the Alpha of the Furbloom Pack. It’s time for you to take a mate.” I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. The Furbloom Pack?

My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna. “I am honoured, the shadow wolf pack is legendary. I am Alpha Tatum Steele” Tatun says as he takes my mate's hand, the tension disappears, even though they were ripping each other apart five minutes ago. “You mentioned you have had quite a few attacks, is this more than normal?” I ask, now interested and curious about this Bear pack.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

Behind her, Cathros brooded over a map etched into obsidian. "They've activated the Archive," he said. "She knows." Catherine’s silver eyes glinted. "Then she will come. Let her. She carries the key, but she does not yet understand the lock." Cathros traced a line across the map. "Our armies are stretched thin. The Scorchbound are restless. The Veilhunters demand their promised magic." "Then give them blood," she snapped. "Give them a war so glorious they'll choke on their spoils. But make sure the girl bleeds."

Time felt as if it had slowed down when Spruceleaf watched the Tribe cats regroup. The battle had been quick and painful. She could still feel the sting of a Tribe cat's claws from where they tried pinning her down and delivering a final blow. It was only thanks to Strike that she had survived that attack. Seeing the tabby now, she noticed that he looked as if he'd suffered the most injuries. She glanced at Stormshadow and Flamestrike warily when she noticed they were all sitting together with Oakfire.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

I look at him with a raised eyebrow, to which he chuckles. “I would recommend looking into that little Swallow’s past; she did not fall victim to my Allure, and that in itself is something remarkable. That girl right there is not simply a Rogue with a slumbering wolf - she’s something none of us have ever seen before.” He says, then walks back towards the cabin. What the fuck was that about? “Let’s go home,” Kai says, wrapping his arm protectively around Caterina. “There’s a fuck load we need to discuss, and it will not simply take a day to review.”