Werewolf Vs Werecat Novels & Stories

They hurried away into the night, carrying him with speed. ***END FLASHBACK*** ***** The fight lasted until dawn’s morning light began to peek over the city. It was only then that the creatures and rogues began to retreat. We had lost so many. Too many; Cambiador was not equipped, nor prepared for an attack of this magnitude. Were-cats are fast and lethal, but they lack the strength of the bears and the organization and numbers the wolves have. And these… creatures, whatever they were, were not of this realm.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

They are creatures of habit. So unlike werecats, who are generally creatures of peace but can be snide and underhanded when it suits their needs. The werecat is independent, only sustaining relationships with those close to them. They minded their own business and only let an outsider see what they want them to. Where the wolf doesn’t hide their nature, a Big cat shifter can slink beside you, whispering all the right words. They are affectionate yet self-reliant. They demand to be accepted on their own terms, without ever revealing what those terms are.

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.

The metal collar was an object with ten big needles, going into the Wolf's skin where the liquid silver running through the needles to the wolf's system and weakens it. She took a step back and turned around. Ethan's words echoing in her mind. The vampires lifted Ethan's cage to the sky. A great army of vampire stood behind Drake and Alexa. "For our lost glory!" Drake yelled a hand up before opening the portal. As the sky cleared, it came with the image of large numbers of werewolves in their battle suit holding weapons. With alpha Williams at the head of the werewolf. Drake smirk. "We're back to it! Dogs versus gods! And we all know who will win." He stretched out his hands and the 45th vam

Julian growls. He’s the Alpha of the werecat rogues, and so the warrior before part of his Pride here in the Rogue Lands. “They are on their way back. The other wolves state that they ran into problems infiltrating the pack, or at least that’s what had been mind linked to them.” The werecat says.

Although the wolves at college also feared Matteo because even though he didn't show how ruthless he could be, it was undeniable that underneath the silence and calm demeanor of Matteo exuded, there was something undoubtedly ruthless, far more ruthless, cruel and brutal than what Aleric was. I sometimes wondered what was the chemistry between Aleric and Matteo that made them get this close, considering their differences. Aleric was a Werewolf while Matteo was a vampire. These two creatures had never gone well together before so what was so different about Matteo that made Aleric to give him that position. It's amazing how there haven't been any form of war or fight between them. Maybe there

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

Something I saw too much of, even before I spilled it with my own hands. The tapestry depicted a battle, wolves against cats. I thought I heard something where Black River was stolen from the werecats, and Blood Moon’s territories used to border the werecats until Black Moon stole land from them and claimed it as their own. With that kind of history, it wasn’t surprising that their descendants turned out to be as odious and entitled as they were. Ancient history, either way, and no way of telling what was actually true without being colored by hate and bias.

Because if what he felt before was true, then that would be a threat. Because a werewolf like him; an Alpha, who got affected by someone’s bloodlust, then that would just mean that that creature is stronger than him.