Dead Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion. They fought like shadows, every move a blur of raw aggression. His strikes were swift and brutal. His movements flowed as if he were dancing. The wild cat’s claws scraped against his chest, but didn’t make it through to flesh. With a final, powerful swipe, Garrick delivered a fatal blow. Then he threw the beast back with all his strength.

At least, he allowed me to breathe. "Oh! We won't think twice about murdering you. Do you understand our little she-wolf mate?" He uttered as he removed his claws from my neck and stepped back a bit. "So, let us formally introduce ourselves here!" He then smiled like nothing terrible had just happened. "Although I know you already know me. I will still introduce myself to you. I am Delmar, a werecat!" What?! A werecat?! Perhaps they noticed my shock that they chuckled at once. "This one is adorable, don't you think, Delmar?" The other guy asked. He was terrifying when he sneered like that. It was like he could end my life at any moment.

“Usually only members of the royal family are lions or lionesses. Typically we would think the oldest lioness would be the king's mother, but she is deceased, so the title would fall to his oldest sister, the one he called Minette, but she also died. His younger sisters died even before that, so we are at a loss as to who he is referring to. His wife perhaps, though it seems unlikely Catherine would come to Scotia. The lioness might be a cousin, but that would be a first that he had extended it so far. His daughter is still young. We really don’t know. We will see who it is when she arrives with the murder of crows.” “I’m guessing that is a group of something other than the birds.” “His elit

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Soon, the grim reapers started their duties of escorting souls as my claws moved with the lightning speed, ripping those wolves’ heads away. The first one to die was Alpha Bahamas, the puny Alpha, who had dared to raise his voice in front of me. “Good riddance!” Zeth commented as our lycan warriors ambushed the werewolves, cutting them like vegetables with their claws. I was looking for my Kitten or Bastard Prince to put an end to this fruitless killing, it was getting boring. Yep, killing was a good sport, beneficial for the brain and health of a lycan. But it wasn’t the time for entertainment, I only needed my Erasthai!

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

I tell them what I remember my grandmother telling me. “She is right, we had eight were bears in the pack. We even had eight werecats in the pack. Werecats have been wiped out since then, unfortunately.” Dimitri states. We all sit there in shock. We have all heard the stories of were cats. They are not house cats but usually big cats like tigers, lions, leopards, and so on. No one has seen a werecat of any lineage for at least 200 years. That gets me thinking.

The bullets sparked off the creature’s scales like pebbles hitting a steel wall. The second Gravekeeper moved with terrifying speed for its size. It bypassed Marcus and lunged straight for the center of the formation—straight for Catherine. "Cat!" Jack shouted. Catherine reacted instantly. She slammed her palms onto the ground. "Absolute Zero: Ice Barrier!" A wall of jagged ice spikes erupted from the floor. But the Gravekeeper smashed through the ice as if it were spun sugar. Its massive claw, webbed and tipped with obsidian talons, swept towards her throat.

I hadn’t had any dealings with Lord Lightfoot, but my first impressions were not warm. I glare at him, my cat growling and hissing. Itching to rip his throat out. “The Princess isn’t going anywhere with you.” I spit back, wondering where the fuck Crimson was. We could really do with his presence right about now. *Commander, we have a large number of very large werecats that just crossed our borders.* A lead warrior on the Gamma team mentally connects to me. *They are not Cambiadorian and they are wearing… loin cloths.* He supplies with utter confusion in his voice.