Warrior Cats Black Cat Novels & Stories

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

She’d sent an army. I didn’t wait for orders. The instant one of those bastards crossed the threshold, I shifted. Bones snapped, skin tore, fur ripped through my flesh in a burst of fire. My wolf surged forward, black and massive, claws like steel, fangs dripping venom. The first Black Fang warrior lunged at me, blade raised. I caught him mid-strike, crushed his arm until bone splintered, and tore out his throat in a spray of hot blood. The second slashed from behind. I spun, claws catching his chest, ripping through armor like paper. He gurgled, collapsed, and didn’t rise.

It keeps me from looking at the horizon and wondering where he is. “They’re here,” Marcus murmurs beside me, sounding nervous. He has every right to be. The Blackthorn cavalcade enters the courtyard with the subtle presence of a thunderhead. They don’t march, they prowl. There are twenty of them, moving with the synchronized, silent tread of apex predators. Blackthorn warriors are not like ours. They don’t wear polished steel and crests. They wear matte black armor, scarred leather, and expressions that promise violence at the slightest provocation.

"Why didn't you mention it to me? That's no ordinary cat, Nara. I saw its eyes change to a dark red, almost black, like those of demons." "Darling, you have to stop seeing threats everywhere." "I don't like it, and I don't want it near Gil. From tonight, she'll sleep between us." "As you wish," Nara acquiesced. From that day on, the black cat watched closely every time they left Gil alone, which also began to arouse suspicions in Nara. Therefore, she decided never to leave her alone again. Everything changed when a black wolf attacked the cat, which never appeared again after that incident for years.

Together, they moved silently, shadows among shadows, confronting the intruders with precision and force that left no room for doubt. The skirmish was brief, brutal, but decisive. Lena’s wolf, guided by her own hand, struck fear into the interlopers, while Kade’s presence ensured the Blackwood warriors were a cohesive, unstoppable force. When the night ended, the rivals had fled, their pride shredded, their message clear: Blackwood tolerated no intrusion.

He mouthed a silent thank you before the light in his eyes vanished forever and his body went limp against mine. Behind me, the other two bitten scouts had fully transformed. Their screams were inhuman, a twisted song of bone-snapping agony and predatory lust. They lunged at the group of warriors gathered at the tent entrance, their silver daggers flashing. Kaelen was a whirlwind of black steel, his movements a blur of lethal grace as he and his Black Wolves drove them back. They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins.

“Thanks for saving Dickypuss.” “Dickypuss....” What the hell? Serena pointed at the black cat in her arms. “My cat.” “You named him… Dickypuss?” Serena nodded enthusiastically. “He's cute, isn't he?” The cat looked at me and showed its fangs again. “He's a monster,” I said with a glare. “Oh no, he's not. Dickypuss is the best cat ever. Right, my baby?” Serena smiled as she kissed the black-furred, scowl-faced cat.

they both say simultaneously. “Which pack are you from?” I ask using my alpha power which will make them unable to lie to me. “We are from Black shadows pack my king, we are werecats” their replay makes me sigh with relief. Werecats and black panthers are very good alleys of our pack so I can be at ease for a will. Their leaders are very good friends of mine even though werecats are very cunning in nature I trust my friend enough to know that he will never harm me and my pack.

But he did not exert his real strength out of fear that he might hurt me. I refused to get up. When he realized he could not push me off, he tilted his head back and simply gave up. I had only ever heard that the black wolf lineage was the most loyal to their mates, but I had not expected it to be this appealing. He looked so fierce, yet he was surprisingly mild-mannered. In the previous timeline, I had chosen Marin and spent several days persuading him before he finally agreed to form a bond. That ungrateful carp had a foul temper and was extremely spoiled.

" _ I'm going to die of shame! But, if it's for Mate! Ah-Whoooo! "Let's just say it's like me asking you to put on cat ears and meow suddenly... "Black replied, a hint of disgust in his voice. Bianca widened her eyes before leaning towards him, finding herself below Black's face. She slowly raised both fists to eye level with a mischievous grin and simply went, "Miaou?" Black could see his wolf's eyes grow to the size of plates and open his mouth wide. _Did Mate just? " ... "