Human Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Ryan, Dray, and Lady Susan exuded an aura of raw power, their forms shifting between human and wolf, their eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. With a deafening roar, the battle commenced, a whirlwind of fangs and claws tearing through the night. Mary Jane, her silver fur shimmering like moonlight, fought with the agility of a panther, her attacks precise and deadly. Alfred, his grizzled fur a testament to his years of experience, moved with deceptive quickness, his every move a calculated strike.

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

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.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

“Go get them, Kanda.” “And who is this?” Victor asks, looking at Kanda. “A friend and an amazing fighter. She’s a werecat and part of our pack now.” “A…were…cat?” he asks, unsure of what he’s saying. “Yeah, they’re real.” Kanda chuckles and leaves the room accompanied by some of the pack members so she’s not mistaken for an enemy. I immediately hug Colt again, melting into his arms and feeling the safety he always gives me. I close my eyes as his arms engulf me, and I almost fall asleep right there.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

a sharp, mocking voice sliced through the murmurs. The crowd parted instantly. A tall, heavily muscled female warrior stepped into my path, completely cutting off my route. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight braid, and her golden eyes burned with pure, unadulterated arrogance. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?" I asked, refusing to back down an inch. "Tanya," she said, leaning down slightly to look me dead in the eye, her breath hot against my face. "A real warrior of the Shadowpelt pack. A hunter. Not a broken, useless human who got dumped by her lover within a twinkle of an eye."

All the men were huge, well built killing machines, while even the women were muscular and looked like they could hold their own. Despite her dislike of one particular Eastern warrior, Elaina had to admit that she was impressed. "Powerhouses." Jumping Elaina looked to Christopher who had snuck up beside her while she was immersed in watching the warriors. "Well, for the most part." Elaina responded begrudgingly. Christopher chuckled at her words. "Don't let one in particular ruin your view of the rest." Bristling Elaina crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not that petty."

Lamia had sent Mason with Tawny as her personal bodyguard along with a handful of other men I also trained. “Do you idiots not know who this wolf is?” Mason growls at the werecats holding us in place. “Let him be this instant!” He scowls moving closer to us. “This is Commander Hunji, the right-hand wolf to Queen Lamia.” He turns, fist clenched glowering at the warriors with anger. “We fought beside him in the battle for Riocht. You ignorant bunch of felines! Show some respect!” A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.”

Glossary: Primum venari = first hunt - Machaera leonem = saber lion *~~~* Viper watched in utter annoyance and anger as the tholus shift into the obstacle of death. He was well aware that whatever his mate faced was not going to be easy, but he hadn't known his uncle would go all out in such a fashion. His earlier rage with the older male only intensified. Only those titled as elite honored warriors ever used it to train.