A World Ruled By Cats Novels & Stories

Of course, the old man would be excited to meet a princess, the granddaughter of the infamous late king of the cats. “Yep, I’m sure they will be more hospitable to you than to a werewolf and a bear shifter,” I smirk, but at the same time, I know it’s true. The were-cats hated any shifter from outside their Clowders. It was known well throughout the Western continent that the late King Armand never allowed werewolves to set foot in his kingdom and hated the fact they would even cross into his territory.

“Thousands of years ago,” Vanalise begins. “The whole world was ruled by the god from Veneer. It was their home and they watched over all the creatures. Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Humans, Faes and even Dragons. Everyone lived in their own territories because they were not allowed to fight each other. The gods had given them an abode and they must stay there.”

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

“A small dog?” David remembers the three-tailed dog and he frowns. “No… A cat?” David thinks of all the creatures he’s seen so far. “I haven’t even seen a cat yet.” David smiles and hopes he finds a cat as a pet. “Okay… rule 4…”

He asked through clenched teeth as he effortlessly dragged the prey, which must have weighed at least 200 kg. “I don't know, maybe Devon, Klaus, or something like that,” I replied. “You watch too many shows.” He shrugged and growled. “You didn't know we existed?” “Creatures like you? We all know. I also know about the treaties between the species. I didn't know we could understand what you were saying,” I confessed, recalling my father's stories about our world beyond the city's borders. “There's a bit of everything, and the world is ruled by houses: wolves (first house), witches and wizards (second house), humans (third house), and undefined species (like the Fourth House). The classificati

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.

"The Law of Territories was taught to us by the age of five, Sir. And it is in the first rule that you cannot harm humans." "And how old are you?" he raised an eyebrow while giving her a condescending look. "You look like a four-year-old with that body." Cataleia's head was getting fuzzy. "I... have always been like this. Humans... have always been smaller in size than predators." "Predators, hm?" he crawled towards her so dangerously close that Cataleia could see the embroidery of the fabric he was wearing. The male would lift her chin to his level of eye and smirk, causing her heart to skip a beat. Never had she met such a bold man!

"The strongest wolves in history made the Council uncomfortable." I smile faintly. "That's a weird compliment." "It's accurate." Then he looks at me properly. Really looks at me. "You're not dangerous, Cat." "You're powerful." "And powerful wolves make people nervous." I exhale slowly. "Well." I gesture vaguely toward the forest stretching beyond the territory. "I guess we'll see what happens." Aiden nods once. "Yeah." The wind rustles softly through the trees below us. And somewhere far beyond our territory, the Shifter Council is already preparing questions.

Cyrus said, "You're very close with that mutated cat. Will it obey your commands completely?" Barbara raised a slender finger to her lips and paused in thought, then shook her head. "Have you ever raised a cat? Cats are creatures you can only befriend. They stay close to whoever treats them well. Trying to be their master is much too difficult. Especially stray cats." Cyrus rubbed his temples in resignation. "I see. That does make things a bit troublesome." He had hoped to recruit a powerful combat asset, after all.

They were a couple made in hell, black and black… uniting forces to destroy who wronged them once. The world once two cheaters burnt down was being reborn that night. The world once two cheaters destroyed was never as destroyed as they thought. Maybe, what they never knew was that from the mere ashes, from the mere destruction, from the mere ruins, the most powerful people emerged. Maybe Lucian was right, just those who were destined to be black were the same ones who were whiter than anyone and anything one day The world and the people two cheaters hurt was reborn.