Novel & Cerita Dead Warrior Cats

*** It was nearly dawn when the war ended with a truce. Now that Scarlett died after her fight with Emily, her plan together with other werewolf Alphas had become void. Laura, Tyler, and Atlas Kane used the opportunity to gather all the dead bodies of the Lycan warriors and other warriors from Atlas Kane's pack. Those bodies were carefully put inside huge wooden boxes. Laura promised herself that no matter what happened, their fallen warriors would have decent burials. After all, they did their best to fight and protect the pack until their last breath.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Whoosh— Whitey quickly climbed up the tower as if it were walking on land. Its claws were able to grab hold of the cracks within the walls, pouncing up with the two of them on its back. It brought the skeleton cats to fight off the skeleton troops in the back. Each and every one of them was ferocious, fighting while hissing and shrieking loudly. Alex held onto Whitey’s armor with one hand while looking towards the city gates. He noticed Jade, who had turned into a golden giant, swinging her large Martello Celio about, killing every Undead in her way. She had become the strongest unit on their team, leading the others in the battle.

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

Too busy realizing that nothing will ever be the same. An alarm sounds. Different from before. An all-clear signal. We leave the safe room and emerge into controlled chaos. The bunker is damaged but intact. Dead werewolves line the corridors, Hunters too. The battle was fierce and costly. Catherine stands in the main chamber, covered in blood that isn't hers. When she sees us, she studies the marks on our skin. A knowing smile crosses her ancient face. "The claiming is complete," she says. "It is," Adrian confirms.

Selwyn and landed a huge jagged cut down his side knocking him over into the path of the tiger. I knew I had to act fast and I knew I had to use a lot of dragon power to kill all the cats quick so I could heal my mate. He was fighting still but from the loss of blood I could tell he was getting tired fast. His energy was slowing leaving him and I felt that to my core. I wasn’t about to let anyone or anything hurt what was mine and Selwyn was mine. Instead of running to Selwyn I ran into the center of the fighting and focused all my power on the cats in the clearing. Making absolute sure the wolves wouldn’t get hurt I released massive amounts of electricity from my body making the air crackl

His words silenced the elders. “We have lost many of our men. Several Predators died, and we are left with only a few Tigers. Domineering Tiger and Beastly Tiger are the only Tigers who escaped unscathed in battle today. All others are either dead or indisposed. Some have left the village. The only Predators we have left are Unbound Mongoose and Blistering Cheetah, who may be permanently injured by the looks of things. Tell me, against someone who can deal with the Resurrection Cat, which of these men stand a chance”

"The dampening... I can't reach the core!" "Then use your hands!" Kaelor barked. He grabbed Aradaa, pulling him into the crook of his arm as three more assassins emerged from the fog, their eyes glowing a sadistic, neon green. The Delta turned into a slaughterhouse. The Were-cats moved with a fluid, terrifying grace, their blades carving through the scavengers' rusted armor. Screams of agony ripped through the fog. The smell of fresh blood began to overpower the sulfur. "Kaelor, we're being boxed in!" Aradaa’s voice was jagged. He grabbed a fallen spear, his knuckles turning white.

He smiled apologetically as he took the cup. "Xander, who else knew that you were attacking today?" I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this just as much as he did. Xander let out a deep breath. "No one. Just the Betas. And when they summoned their people, they told them to report for training." I nodded. "So, who won?" But I knew well that there were no clear winners in war. And this was clearly a war between shifters and Hunters. "We did, but Rush Balista escaped again." Xander shook his head. "He was tipped off."

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.