Warrior Cats Black Cat Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

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.

KATNISS Every child in the werewolf world grew up hearing stories about Hassan Blackthorn. They called him the Shadow King, a cold, ruthless warlord disguised in a billionaire’s tailored suit. He was a brilliant military strategist who had never lost a single border conflict, a man whose dark gray eyes could bring an enemy Alpha to his knees without uttering a single word. He trusted no one, cared nothing for the petty squabbles of the Alpha Council, and ruled the massive Blackthorn territory with absolute, unyielding logic. He was a monster, but he was an efficient one.

"Meanwhile what can I get you?" "No, it's alright. I'm fine." She told and turned to go outside. She was reversing her car when Liam entered the house crying. "Liam!" She called him. "Hey!" He sniffled looking at her. "What happened?" She got off the car and walked towards Liam who had stopped by the main gate. "They-- they took Pomy," he told her while crying bitterly. She knew Pomy was Liam's Persian cat. "Who?" "Big boys in the park. They-- they took Pomy to play but they were hurting her and when I asked them to give Pomy back to me they refused and laughed and said I should go back home."

Kat smiled at him as the shadows formed around her and covered her from sight, before dropping again to reveal her third form. Before Ruben and Vlad stood a massive black panther like creature, but it had small wings coming from the top of its front shoulders, short black horns protruding from its temples, a long flowing bushy tail and a ruff of long hair under its neck and down its massive muscled chest. Those eyes were still the same though and starting to dilate out, getting blacker and blacker, like a cat focused on its prey and about to pounce. “Kat!” Ruben hardly breathed. “Don’t go…”

He patted Uri's shoulder, and softly said: "It's okay, Uri! Just tell them the truth Uri nodded at him, indicating that he did not need to worry. Then he only dared to look at Donna and not to look at the silver-haired man. Uri took a deep breath, slowly recounting the whole thing that happened yesterday afternoon, including that he saw the black cat. "The black cat?" Alex Dominic suddenly spoke up, his voice toneless, not hearing any emotions. Uri heard his voice for the first time, felt like his whole body was frozen by that voice, and quickly nodded: "Yes... that's right..."

It would have felt too weird. “Ivy,” I called as I saw another warrior creeping up on her. She looked up and behind her, but I could tell she wasn’t going to make it in time. I rushed towards them when a black wolf came from nowhere and sealed its jaws around the neck of the warrior and ripped with ease. I recognised the wolf almost a second after by the purple sheen to her coat. I grinned, knowing that Kierra would protect Ivy with her life. Ivy beamed at her mate for a second before somersaulting over her back and kicking another warrior clean in the face. I felt a tug and from behind as another one grabbed me and tried throwing me to the ground. He had got momentum enough, but he underest

I didn’t move a muscle as I looked from her to the big cat. I had met him earlier in the week and learned that he wasn’t like the other War cats. In fact, he didn’t have a handler, as he refused to submit to anyone but my father. That’s why he was made a War Cat of the castle, as he was very good at recognizing who was welcomed and who needed to be watched. That’s how Lucinda explained him to me before telling me his name.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get