Cat Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

He engaged the magnetic bipod, locking it onto the rusted railing of the fire escape, and peered through the high-powered thermal scope. The digital crosshairs zoomed in on the plaza. Behind the barricades of crushed cars and steel shipping containers, the Scourge horde waited. Through the game's 100% graphical filter, they looked like a terrifying swarm of alien monstrosities. Jagged, chitinous armor. Glowing, hostile red eyes. They were huddled together in the pouring rain, holding crude, glowing alien staves and makeshift energy shields. "What's wrong with their pathing?" Ren asked, keeping his crosshairs trained on the largest Scourge Brute in the center.

Another girl asked, her eyes connecting with Chloe's before looking at Katie expectantly. "He didn't lie." Kate replied roughly, her features darkening with annoyance. "But he worked for the Alpha---" A feral growl ripped through the frigid air. Katie was on the girl in a split second, towering over her as her rage tainted the air around them. Some of the other girls stopped in their tracks, shrinking back with eyes widened in fright. No one wanted to be caught up in Katie's angry aura or in the drama unfolding against the trunk of a dead tree.

“I always wondered about her step, her claws, her stealth. I sensed something… feline. But I never placed it—until it was too late. And now the Mountain Wolf Clan has taken another of her kind, after taking my mother. I must find out why. What their hidden agenda is.” He straightens, voice turning steel… “Because such darkness claws the mountains—jaguars, mountain lions, black panthers, and even hyenas, packs moving with cunning I never imagined, their eyes always searching, always waiting. Population I never knew existed…” That is why Caelora is the key. If she truly carries the bloodline of the Luna Cats, she’s our first step toward survival.” I hesitate, torn between awe and doubt. “She d

Yet, Kate knew that earning his approval was crucial if there was any hope for peace. The Umbra Pack's wounds ran deep. Her mother, a cherished member of their pack, had met a tragic end that left scars not easily healed. Her memory lingered like a haunting shadow, making them wary of any alliance, especially one involving the Shadow Moon Pack. Kate could still remember the somber expressions of the Umbra wolves, their eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and suspicion. It was up to her to show them that unity was possible, even in the face of such heartache.

Spotting the occasional deer. The guardians growl and stop. A roar comes from the front. I look and see a huge mountain cat. No, that isn’t a mountain cat at all, it’s a sabre-toothed tiger. What the hell. It stalks closer, it’s shoulders rolling with each step, the white striped fur moving tight over it’s body. It’s deadly claws scrapping on the path. Fangs long and sharp, it’s orange eyes locked on us. Rolling it’s shoulders like a kitten. It pounces with a roar.

The Shadowed tendrils crumbled into harmless nothingness. My breathing was ragged. A fleeting smile touched Cassius’s lips. "Good work." His words died in his throat. My eyes widened in horror at the new shape charging from the shadows behind him. It was different. It was silent. A Silent Scourge. It moved with a terrifying speed that was utterly soundless, a blur of skeletal limbs and impossibly long claws that didn't even scrape the stone. Its eyes were like burning embers, locked on Cassius.

It was spreading. “He’s coming,” the scout whispered. Black liquid leaked from the corners of his eyes. His voice shook with fear deeper than death. “The one from the red moon.” His shaking hand grabbed my tunic. “The Alpha of the Scourge,” he said. I already knew the name. “He sent a message for the girl,” the scout whispered. “Tell Aria… Kael has found his prize.” His body went limp. The name stayed in the air. Kael. The rogue Alpha.

The screams were deafening as were-cats burned and then convulsed before dying, the creatures swarming our fighters. “Tawny!” I turned to the voice, to see Mason “Let’s go!” He waved to me. I ran to his side. “Don’t touch those things! Kill them however you can, but for fuck's sake do not let them scratch or bite you!” I looked around for Crimson, watching for more of these creatures. They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed.

She did not give them time to think. “SCRATCH THAT!” She said again, this time loud and slow. “I Cat Bamford, Eldest daughter of the second strongest wolf bloodline in Vancouley hills, daughter of the Beta, and the great grant daughter of the fighters for our pack’s freedom. I hereby denounce Draven Vancouley as my mate and I demand divorce.” “You fool!” she heard her father’s voice followed by her mother’s sobs.

I won't give her any satisfaction. “You know…,” Natasha sneered, "we only train because to show us with the Ashwing Owls. They are the one who decides who is strong enough to be Luna and who is just pretending to be strong but is weakling," I clench and unclench my fists at her words, trying not to show any reaction to her words. It's also true that Ashwing Owls are one of the strongest creatures in the supernatural realm. Their feathers shimmer with ember, allowing them to blend into the sky.