Warrior Cats Black Cat Novels & Stories

“Jill, this is Electra. Electra, this greedy thief, is my best friend. We call him Jill.” Electra looked at the large black man covered in black ink tattoos. Just like with the wolves, she could sense his beast inside him. She never understood how she could sense shifters and the different rankings. But just as it so often happened, the two voices that were always with her confirmed what she already knew. He was from an ancient line of Siberian werecats. He was a warrior. The large black man smiled at Electra and stole another fry. “You’re gorgeous. But I’m sure you hear that a lot.”

If I imagine the worst— they would probably kill Ruby and use this as an excuse to start a war. The reason The Black Cat wants to start a war… is because she wants revenge on The White Snake. This is because the White Snake's father, the old White Snake— killed her parents in front of her. However, The White Snake and The Black Cat are friends at the old days— and it seems both The Snow Leopard and The White Snake does not want to engage in this, at the very least… they still thought of her as their friend. Yet why would The Black Cat want to go with all the troubles just to start a war instead of killing her…?

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.

Catherine's POV: My head jolted up and in my eyes, I saw my mate. I fought back the tears that threatened to escape from the corners of my eyes, somehow feeling relieved that he had showed up in the right time. “Mate, he has hurt master too much, he needs to be punished!” She spoke again with our voices combined in the most bizarre way. I flinched as the monster growled with a snapping and gnashing of teeth dedicated to none other but Easton who was still on the struggle of pushing my huge paws away from his throat. His face was slowly turning red due to the pressure I have placed on the space in between his head and lungs. Veins popping out his head were made visible with the increasing pow

Once they were on the ferry, Luca switched off the car and turned to Tia. “Shall we get out and enjoy the scenery?” Tia shook her head. “I would prefer to stay in the car.” Luca nodded. “I will quickly grab a coffee. Would you like anything?” “Sure, a coffee would be great.” After Luca left, Tatiana slipped out of her seatbelt and relaxed against the headrest. She found the hum of the ferry oddly relaxing. As she was almost falling off to sleep, a loud growl ripped through the silence. Her eyes flew open, but she was no longer on the ferry. She saw a young male werewolf surrounded by several large warrior wolves. They snapped at the young wolf, who snarled but stood his ground. His terror fi

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Moreover, Maya instantly recalled something. Back when she worked in Quois Haven, she’d seen Papa Hanson adopting black cats before. He even set up a cat adoption station once. He seemed to be especially fond of black cats. Back then, Maya simply thought that Papa Hanson was a very kind-hearted man. Now, come to think of it, those black cats were all used by him for this purpose. Woosh— Suddenly, an eerie wind started to blow above the blood pool. Immediately, up to ten thousand of those black cats that were meowing intensely seemed as if they had been given a command. Or it was perhaps they saw something terrifying. All their green eyes became wide and round, and their black fur also stood

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.