Warriors Cats Scourge Novels & Stories

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

I meowed again, beckoned again, and trotted down the hill away from the meeting room. “Either that’s a cat wearing a backpack, or someone drugged me,” Colin muttered, and set off after me. I might’ve laughed if I hadn’t been, well, a cat. As it was, I led him away into the woods, counting on his curiosity to keep him following. He was an alpha werewolf, and those assholes were always overconfident. He was ten times my size. Hell, even if I’d been shifted into human form, he would’ve been twice my size.

Blood sprayed across the platform, and silence followed for a moment as the crowd stared in horror. Then the screams broke. Warriors scattered, some still trying to stop me, others backing away in terror. I did not stop. I turned on the next council guard, snapping his neck in my jaws, then crushed another beneath my paws. Their blades cut into my fur but healed almost as fast as they struck. My fury burned brighter than the pain.

And I stood in the center of it all, feeling the war tilt. The second wave came before dawn. Not shadow-creatures this time. But wolves, in dozens. More than the surgical unit from the council. These wore the insignia openly. They did not bother with subtlety. The first horn blast from the outer watchtower cut through the early morning haze. “Eastern breach!” a scout shouted. Marcus rose inside me instantly with no hesitation, no questions. ‘Let me,’ he said. I did not argue. The shift tore through me faster than thought.

“We understand you’re under stress. But insulting the council won’t help your case.” I forced myself to take a breath, to think before speaking. “What do you want from me?” “Proof that you can still lead effectively,” Gregg said. “Starting with dealing with the werewolf situation.” “What werewolf situation?” The three councilors exchanged looks. Finally, Timothy spoke. “The packs you destroyed during your… crusade. There are survivors. And they’re organizing.” My blood ran cold. “How many?”

“I love you… I love you so much. Please come back. I can’t loose you. I told you I’d hunt you… Arthur… Arthur, your in there… tell Damian to stay with me… please.” Her body shook harder, grief pouring out of her like a second storm. —————— The trees hissed. A ripple of unnatural clinking echoed. Then they came. Scorpions. Massive. Glossy black. Venoms dripping in seams. Beta Ronan sliced one cleanly through the tail… But another tail grew instantly in its place. “Damn it!” He roared, blocking a stinger the size of a spear. More warriors surged onto the battlefield with a cry that shook the air.

"Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible." I wouldn't yield. Chest puffed out, I tried to bluff. "Who said they can't protect me? The eldest isn't blind, the second isn't crippled. They're fine cats." "Anyway," I added, "if you so much as touch them today, you'll regret it!" Dominic stared at me wide-eyed, like I'd gone insane. He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot."

I don’t know where Celestria had come from but her voice sounded so distant. My wolf took charge as my claws became more and more elongated and sharpened. I struck him across the neck and he fell but his mask did not. When I reached out for it, he struck me back with his own claws. So he was a werewolf? I think one of the workers had heard our voices. My claws and his retreated into their normal state. because soon humans were all around us. Humans who were not smart at all because while they held me, he ran past us, straight to the window and was gone before I could say the next word. How did he manage to do that?

She let him see and hear what she had and felt his rage when he saw what the other Alpha Wolf intended, 'Alpha Draco’ He told her jumping out of bed and linking Carrick, ‘My office and bring the Warriors’ He turned to Katya as he pulled on his clothes giving her a quick explanation of who this Rogue was, 'He was banished to the Outlands years ago for killing his Mate and raping a human killing her too. He is pure evil. My father took his Pack and forbade his return this can only be because he has scented you he wants you for his own to give him the power to return and rule.’

I shrugged and tried to read his expression. That’s what heroes do, kill the villains. “We never touched your tribe,” I nodded with his statement. “I am used to that line of your kind.” He stands up and whistled. With that whistle, his werewolf friends who are here in this cell earlier appeared. “Treat this human what she truly deserves,” he arrogantly said and left. They nodded and looked at me with their best smiles. One of them entered the cell holding a big bucket filled with water. The other one gets something behind his pants and it is a cat o’ nine tails. Cat o’ nine tails are used as a punishment for disobeying an order or discipline, these maggots don’t know a thing.