Dead Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

A dome of shimmering dark energy, like polished obsidian, snapped into existence around her, protecting her while she was catatonic. Classy was having a different problem. He’d cornered one of the creatures near a stack of rotting fabric bales. He had his hand raised, ready to dismantle it, but he was hesitating. “It’s… it’s alive,” he muttered, conflict written on his face. “It’s a living thing. It’s just… twisted.”

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

There are six of them, and they're all fighting against one man. The man I called Papa put up a good fight, taking down the nightcrawlers one by one. Just as I thought he was going to win, one of the nightcrawlers stabbed him in his back as he was tackling another to the ground. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth before he dropped on his knees and fell to the ground and the night sky split open with thunder. The explosive crack ringing in my ears as I witnesses the nightcrawlers gather around him, then set papa's body on fire.

His clothes were ripped to shreds and he was bleeding. Kat looked at us angrily with her fangs showing. She was fighting herself. The urge to feed was consuming her. Being surrounded by blood was harder for her than it was for Will. "Kat, think of your mate. he isn't well." I said as she took in a deep breath and released it. She turned and went to the guy touched his arm. "Kat." He called in a cracked voice. "Yes, its me. You are safe, those Werewolves who attacked you are all dead. I killed them all. Right now it's just me and my two brothers." She whispered as the guy moved his hand and pressed it on her.

Allistar POV I wake up even more exhausted than the night before. I need to figure out a way to get some sleep or this is just going to get worse and I won't be any help in training the warriors. Waking up after a night plagued with dreams about the black wolf and its piercing green eyes is a nice change from the dreams about Heather. I'm not sure what to make of my new dreams or this wolf. I've never come across a wolf that looks like it so I'm assuming it's not someone I know or atleast not someone from my pack. I wonder who it is and why I'm dreaming about it. Usually an unknown wolf would put me on high alert, however this one almost makes me feel at peace. Like I've known it my whole li

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”

Without hesitation, Alex's protective instincts kicked in. The sight of an innocent life in danger reignited his strength. He could see the intention to shoot in the men's eyes. With a burst of speed and power, he rushed forward, determined to save her. The scene erupted into chaos as Alex threw himself into the fray, With a roar, Alex lashed out, his claws raking across the concrete pillars, leaving deep gashes. He smashed car windows and hurled debris, each act of destruction, his primal fury unleashed once more. The men were caught off guard, their bullets missing their mark as Alex moved with supernatural agility. He fought with a ferocity that only a werewolf could muster, his red-shot

DK asked. “One of the warriors had a pet cat,” I started to say, and the expression on DK’s face made me smile as I confirmed the irony. “I know know. What can I say, she’s a cat lover. Anyways, her mom came to identify her body and she came along with the warrior's cat. The cat escaped from the mom’s arms as she fell to her knees and found out that her daughter was dead.” I know that DK was smart and I have no doubt why he was able to put the pieces together with no problems at all. This is why I was not surprised when he said,

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.