Dark Forest Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned. He threw me relentlessly on my bed and was thankful it was soft enough not to injure my back. He started getting rid of his White Armani suit. His eyes were visibly full of fire and desire. His movements were collected but fast. There is no stopping him, that is what he wanted to convey on his coal-black eyes. "Are you scared now, Milady?" He asked, with a voice so raspy and cold. His bare chest was already flashed before my sight. It was sculpted perfectly. I noticed his scars, which didn't even matter because it made him sexier and more dangerous.

The eyes were orange and green, whereas Rolph had one orange and one green eye. “Your mother had a cat?” I asked, looking back at him to see him staring at my chest. I still haven’t dressed for the day, so I’m sure he could see every outline of my figure. He didn’t seem to hide the fact that he was staring directly at me until after a few seconds. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Y-Yes. My mother was an odd one. She loved cats because of their rareness. Samhain was a gift from one of the alphas.. I don’t remember exactly who.” He said.

Just as the last of Darca’s warriors reached the ridge—bloodied, panting, and cornered—a shriek tore through the night. Not a cry of pain—A war cry. From the western slope, where no one had expected movement, the forest erupted—a blur of motion, snarls, and silver steel. An army of wolves, cloaked in darker fur and stranger armor, descended with terrifying precision. Their movements were silent, synchronized like shadow dancers, and yet each strike landed with a brutal impact. Dark soldiers turned to face them—but they didn’t stand a chance. One after another, they were ripped down, sliced through, their bodies crumpling to ash and dust before they could even reform. Arrows whistled with run

The dark wolves had red eyes and a symbol of lightning on their forehead. I bit down on the one that attacked me again and threw its dead body against the tree. I was quicker than every warrior around, so I easily became a target for the dark wolves. Regardless, I was pleased that our warriors were looking out for me, killing every dark wolf who attempted to come a few paws at me as I fought.

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

"Alpha Darius. We have gotten reports from several border patrols. There are a fair number of rogues detected in large packs in the Darkwood Forest. They’re not attacking yet, but they are up to something.” "How many?" I demanded. “At least 50 that we’ve confirmed. Perhaps hidden even further in the forest.” Murmurs rippled through the council. Fifty ruffians ruled a roost, if they were in some state of organization. “This is all Selene’s doing.”Beta Marcus came out and stood right behind me. "She's been quiet too long. This is her revenge." “We need to mobilize our warriors.” Another council member argued. “Prepare for an assault.” “We shall also need our strongest fighters on the front lin

Every blow he delivered carried the weight of something unnatural. Dark magic. Draven narrowed his eyes. "They've been tampered with," he muttered under his breath, parrying another brutal strike. "Enhanced beyond natural means." Kael’s movements were faster, stronger, almost berserker-like. Around them, werewolf warriors fought with an edge that even seasoned vampires struggled to match. And then, the first light of dawn touched the horizon. Draven felt the heat kiss his skin—a warning most vampires would dread. Around him, his warriors hesitated, confused, their instincts screaming to retreat from the rising sun.

I caught my balance and stepped back. I looked around. We were standing a dark forest, but it wasn't completely dark. The leaves glowed a teal green, not like the neon yellow of glow-in-the-dark. It was as if the leaves themselves were lit by an outside source, but there was none. It created this fascinating contrast of light and dark in the forest. The tree bark was outlined with a similar brown glow, making the whole forest visible, yet completely shrouded in night. I felt as if this was what a cat saw with their night vision. And all of it, I mean all of it, felt incredibly familiar. Chirps, screeches, and croaks of various animals filled the air. The loudest of them all was the shake of

Especially when you have a shifter running through your back yard who decides to change back into human form and check things out. But now everything was changing. The whole game plan. Because now he wanted the book and Jamie. He closed his eyes for a moment and he was back in that house naked and aroused. Jamie dozed in the chair, the book open on her lap, Mischief curled up on her lap. He'd waited to see if the cat would react, but black cats liked shifters and she was apparently no exception. He was torn between the rampant need for sex and the equally strong desire to get a look at that book.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.