Romans & histoires Dead Warrior Cats

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

Their smell would give them away if cats came across their trail; it was impossible to hide, so they planned to shift and hunt when they needed food. Several hours into the journey, they came across an enemy camp. The odor of decaying bodies clued them in to what they'd find before they arrived. Wild animals eating the dead scattered away when they walked into the blood bath. It took little time to figure out what happened. "Vampires," Aster's hushed voice sounded nervous. Esta discovered nine dead she-cats, two of them female children and then unexpectedly a dead vamp. "Some are vamp kills, but some are cat."

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

Cataleia shrugged her body and huddled herself in the bed, and shut her eyes to sleep. As the Alpha of Blackwater leaves the infirmary, his two servants approach him. “Tch.” He clicked his tongue in irritation. “Those hoodlums cannot even handle a little girl?” “It is very unfortunate, sir.” “How many were left to live?” “The leader and two wolves, the others died. Their corpses are currently being cleaned up.” “Tsk!” Tristan turned her head to glance at Cataleia one more time before walking off the infirmary. However, little did he know that Arthurian was nearby.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

Scream and scream until the walls fell down around him, like a house unboxing himself, and then he could run into the night and exact his own revenge. “You feel it, too,” she whispered, and for a moment the room became a jungle, became a forest, became a desert. It was a place where the only thing that mattered was that instinct to hunt, that need to feed, and she wanted to drop to all fours and race off after The Wolf. “I’d tear his throat apart with my teeth,” she said and the jungle/forest/desert room shivered in with steam and hunger and that primal need to kill. Then she blinked, and the officer was leaning back in his chair again. A plain man. An ordinary human with small canines and b

He bellowed and she swallowed thickly. He dragged her into the woods and halted once they reached an old warehouse. Hunter noticed a dead body near the door and his posture shifted to lethal. He was holding her wrist, not letting go. Once he got closer his eyes widened when he realized that the dead body belonged to one of the warriors from his pack and that wasn't it. There was a scent of blood in the air as viciousness gripped his soul. An ominous aura radiated off of him in waves.