Evil Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 ( Feedom ) The wind blows within the battlefield. Only one figure emerged within the dust. Teresa opened her eyes as she inhale her victory. The two spectator was left speechless at the result. "Amazing! The two abyssal demons were defeated by a single warrior! " The man in black spoke. Teresa then walked towards Rioka. "Rioka. " Teresa spoke. "What is it Miss Teresa? " Rioka asked. Suddenly, Teresa cut her own left arm. Rioka was shocked.

She sounded like a beast. "She is asking us to run away-" "I am not going anywhere without her, Erica. The evilness is not her. She is trying to fight it!" "Ethel is right. We are not going anywhere!" While Catty tried fighting back her anger, on the other side, Borham calmed himself by chewing into the limbs of a soldier. I had no idea that this man was heartless enough to eat his soldier. "You look finally calm!" Krulisa walked forward and kissed his bloody cheeks. He smiled like a mad man and kissed her lips.

“Come on! Viessa belongs to Kaige. You should belong to me. I will take care of you, Kitten.” He laughed as his cheeks burned in embarrassment. Alphonse looked away from me. “Nobody had ever called me a kitten before.” Alphonse sided with Aloisia. He was one of the minor villains now. I could never guess this plot twist, but it had happened. My angelic kitten was a demonic tiger now. It didn’t change my love for him. I would remain a forever fan. Besides, who wouldn’t want to eat him out and why? I mean, it was nothing personal. He was helping Aloisia because he wanted Viessa. Aloisia must have told him that she would help get Viessa. I couldn’t guess what had gone between them, but he was t

She had done it, but he was still alive making this so thrilling. She cocked the hammer and she fired another shot and his whole body jerked as he was crawling to the door, and he turned to see her and the look in his eyes was what she had dreamt about. Takahiro was too proud to show fear, so the smile on his face and all the blood was satisfying. “Anything to say?” she cocked the hammer and fired. “You’re just a brat” he smiled and she fired. And fired. And kept firing till she was satisfied.

A sick smirk graces his face and triumphant glint gleams in his beady eyes. Bastard “I Tomislav Oresic, Challenge the princess for the right to the crown!” All eyes turn to the hulking werecat that stands up amongst the crowd, a man who was sitting to the left of Maydor’s tent. The dude is huge, built like a werewolf with mean eyes and bulking muscles. A man I had never seen before - a werecat who was not a warrior but was built like a brick shit house and twice as intimidating.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Yan was terrified by the sight of the tens of Fire Praying Tribe Genetic Fighters that were now lying dead on the ground. Kate turned pale as well. It was her second time being shocked; the first time was when Lucas defeated the hundreds of zombies with his finger. Nevertheless, Lucas only used his eyes to instantly kill off the tens of Rank 3 Evolved Ones. Kate was just a Rank 3 Evolved One. It meant that it would only take Lucas his eyes to defeat her.

Declan was taking cover, returning fire, shouting orders to my men. And then something crashed through the ceiling. A figure in black dropped through the ventilation grate like an avenging angel. Cat. It was Cat, and she was moving like pure violence—graceful, deadly, efficient. She fired two more darts from her gun, and two more men went down. She'd barely touched the ground before she was moving toward me, pulling me up from the chair. "We have to go," she said urgently. "Cat—" "No time. Come on."

They did trust me upon the mention of that huge Green slant-eyed beast as Ryley himself saw it, but they narrowed their eyes when I mentioned a wild tall cat! After the Orc thingy, when I was walking that foolish mate of mine to her house, we were attacked by a 'Phantom wild cat'. It was larger than my own size with a big saucer like huge round dark red eyes that flickered. It was not your typical wild cat walking on four legs— but something that walked like a human, on two legs!!! I know that's unbelievable but awfully true. It was in fact of bright fluorescent green colour. Its claws were somewhat about four inches tall with dirty pointed dark red canines.

Cat begins to walk in the direction of the elf that sits in the worn and torn booth by himself. While she travels her sharp jade eyes loom over to the bartender. Her fingers wave the number two at him. “Two here, Chev.” She demands. In a rather rude and disrespectful kind of way, she slides in on the opposite end of the falling-apart booth and stares at the male in front of her. The face of the Jakalorn is scared. He has a burning tread made across his right jawline and a few cuts from a knife in the inside of his lips and corners of his mouth. “Ah, what type of bitch will I get today? The whore who tells me to follow her command and gets my fucking eye blown to hell? Or the cunt that will o