Warriors Cats Scourge Novels & Stories

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

Blood coated us, the stairs, slick and dark, bodies piling as we descended deeper, the bond pulling us like a rope. The rogues kept coming, wave after wave, their black eyes empty of anything but madness. Our elite warriors fought beside us, their forms a whirlwind of brown and grey fur as they cleared paths. One of them, a massive wolf named Torin from Kieran's pack, ripped a rogue in half with a savage twist, entrails slapping wetly against the concrete. Another, Lira from mine, pinned two at once, claws digging into throats until they gurgled and stilled. We pushed forward, room by room, the facility opening up into a labyrinth of cells and chambers, the hum of generators growing louder.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

I smiled, “Then they are excelling at it.” It wasn’t long after we were finished cleaning the kitchen that grandpa came in with Uncle Nico and my brothers. Grandpa sighed heavily and sat down hard. He wasn’t a bloody mess, so I am assuming he didn’t have to get into any of the bloody torture. That may or may not be a good thing. I sat down next to him and let my waves flow a little more than usual and I could see him and Uncle Nico relax. Uncle Nico sighed, “Thank you, little one. How are you doing today?” I shrugged, “I would be better if I knew why there are rogues on my way home every time I’m coming home from a run.” He smiled, “Well, we can help with that. The rogues were very willing t

His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him. He had just entered the college and was making his way to his class when he saw his tigress yelling at someone. It was her cousin Zaviar and the boy whom she had bribed yesterday. He smiled realizing she was angry at them because they did not succeed in helping her to degrade him.

His reaction was a mix of horror and complete astonishment. He stared at the terrifying figure from head to toe with his eyes wide open. Then, he began to become defensive and yelped, "Amaranth, where did you get something like this? You’re scaring me! You win, you win! I give up. Are you happy now? I promise to forgive you if you drop the act and come out now!" However, the only thing resembling a response was the suffocating air circulating inside the morgue. He listened to his voice echo inside the claustrophobic space.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

As we rushed out of the house, there was chaos everywhere with pack members running frantically in despair and fear as my mother directed them to the underground bunker. I turned my emotionless face towards Theo and Alaric with a dominating and serious aura. “I will take the east border with the red scorpions “ Theo offered to help. The red scorpions is the name of group of warriors who trained under his command and who work under him during attacks. I bobbed my head. “I will take the south the blood claws” Alaric also informed as he was ready to march to the south with his men. “Okay keep me updated with progress every minute. Fight like beasts and leave no one alive. Paint your claws with