Evil Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

Not immediately. She peered into his eyes, and she did something she thought she would never do. She let go of the last bits of herself that tethered the predator inside. Catherine allowed herself to go feral, let the mist to wash over the last conscious part of her spirit that still struggled for reason and restraint. With the predator unleashed, Catherine burst into the Dark Lord. Her fire burst all over her now, her eyes flashed with contempt. She engulfs him with fire and rushed at him; she punched him with such vigorous blows that it lifted him clean every time, and before he could recover, she would be there repeatedly. She felt nothing but wrath.

She was even more happy when said group showed up and watched in horror as what was left of the man was swallowed into the stomach of Jay, she made a note to give something to Jay to help him digest his breakfast. Eva who watched as the mutant beast finished devouring poor Felipe couldn't help but feel burning hatred towards that animal. What she hated most in the end of the world was zombies and mutant animals. They were like mindless monsters that only craved human flesh, but she was immediately happy because that bimbo and the two sickos were inside with the beast who would eat them, she could already imagine a world without those three, after all they had the nerve to not only ignore her

Kat moaned and stifled her need to yelp as her back arched causing a ripple of amused laughter to go through the crowd. Kat kicked out against the cage, and snarled in panic. “Stop!” A hand had gone between her legs and brushed against the soft leather pressed against her pussy. Her eyes met Lord Echron’s as he grinned sadistically. She struggled violently from that point, as the vampires grabbed her legs and held them by her knees against the cage, as other hands came to breach the leather. Kat thrashed against her bonds snarling and screaming, panicking like this situation had actually triggered some other dark episode. Her fangs came to the fore and her eyes blazed with feral feline feroc

that no matter what he looked like I would end him. “ What have we here?A prize I will enjoy playing with before I rip you to shreds.” He said in a deep raspy voice. His face was scarred yet handsome and he looked menacing. He looked to be an older cat who had fought a few battles in his time. I smiled letting the electric currents from the air wrap around my hands and feeling my eyes change to electric blue. “ I am your end Kitty cat.” I said in a calm voice. Inside my rage was boiling but I needed to be quick in order to help Selwyn if need be. The need to protect my mate was very strong. I released the electric balls of energy in my hands very quickly and watched the look of surprise on

With both men now so severely weakened, even a Great Martial Mentor Realm warrior could easily make short work of them. “Meow… Looks like they can’t move anymore… Meow…” Evil Moon sniggered wickedly, circling around both men as it surveyed them both. Then it stood upright like a human would and rubbed its paws together. With a peal of laughter, it squealed, “Beg for mercy, you humans! Or I’ll eat you both for dinner!” Ding Hao stared darkly at it. "Of all times, this lousy cat has to choose now to misbehave! Is this what it had learned during its time with Tianshu?!"

Erica snapped, her anger rising. "Yes," Kate replied calmly, a disturbing emptiness in her eyes. "As long as your throat isn't being cut, it is not my concern." Erica gritted her teeth but said nothing more to the female. Kate was a grandmaster fighter specifically recruited from an elite rogue academy to serve the pack's interests. While incredibly powerful, she was also completely anti-social and cold, only taking orders from the patriarch himself and often ignoring Erica's direct commands. At least Erica had twenty other trusted pack guards with her, which gave her wolf some peace of mind as the shadows lengthened over the trail.

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a powerful Lycan King named Alpha Jerri Bullet. He was feared by all, for his cruelty and merciless ways knew no bounds. Jerri was known to enslave humans and werewolves alike, using them for his pleasure and as soldiers in his army. Under his reign, the land had become a place of fear and oppression. But despite his tyranny, there were those who still dared to resist him. Those who were ready to go down, and be totally free from his torments.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. 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.

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

He shook even as his fingers were shoving the sword, panting like a panther. However, the figure never moved away. Instead, it cocked its head as if it were amused by his action. In his hurry to grab the sword, the flashlight from the lightening flashed. The calabash had fallen out of his backpack. He saw it out of the corner of his eye. He don’t know why, but he felt he had to see what was crouched in front of him. It was prepared to kill this person, but he guess the human side of him had to fully recognize it before a sword penetrated through its head. He grabbed the sword tightly and shove swiftly at the thing. This was an action that he will regret for as long as he lives.