A World Ruled By Cats Novels & Stories

“Magnus tore the Oath. You severed the throne. The world has no ruler.” Cassian raised a hand. “Yeah, so—we fixed that. New plan: no thrones. No kings. Council model. It’s very democratic. Very trendy. You’ll love it.” The First looked at him like he was a particularly unremarkable pebble. “The world was not designed for democracy.” Ronan bristled. “It doesn’t belong to you.” “I created it.” Lyra stepped forward—past Vale’s grip, past her own terror. “No.”

“And now we get to spend some time with Cat.” Mama nodded with a tired smile. “I’m grateful to Dario for allowing us to visit.” “I’m sure Cat had something to do with it.” “Camila, don’t fool yourself into believing that our world is a place where you’ll ever fully be allowed to make your own decisions.” The small hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention as I pulled my hand away. “Cat isn’t in our world any longer.” Mama scoffed. “She will always be cartel.” Her expression sobered. “I’m afraid that the world where she is now is darker. Her husband rules that world, all of it.”

And Blake is more extensive than me, so chances are whatever is out there might turn satisfied after eating him. "Werecats are wilder and much more savage than us werewolves. They can't be spoken or reasoned with, all they crave is blood, and they never hunt alone." "C-Cats who don't hunt alone?" My day is only getting worse. Blake nods. "They are like lions." I gulp and tap Blake meaningly on the back, causing him to spin around with his eyebrows heightened. I'm feeling like a kid looking up at their parent and expecting them to act as my shield.

It was frustrating, to say the least, and I was once again reminded of why I liked my life the way it was. I never wanted to rule. I never wanted to be the one making these kinds of decisions. I was truly content in my role as a Luna. Which meant making sure it looked as if we were carrying on as normal. At least, that was the one thing everyone could agree upon. The werecats had to believe that we hadn’t been fazed by their attack at all. If they had a spy in our midst, which I doubted very much, they had to think we were carrying on as normal.

“If it doesn’t end with me sprinting for my life, sure.” Her eyes glittered. “All stories end with running. But this one begins with a world.” And she began. Nytherra, she said, wasn’t born like Earth. It was woven. The gods stitched it from shadow and storm, flame and silence, hoping to balance what had always been chaos. Wolves were given dominion over stone and sky, fae over frost and illusion, mages over the breath of air. Together they built a realm bristling with power. But when mortals slipped through cracks between realms, Nytherra grew restless. Mortals reminded the old powers of what they’d lost—fragility, brevity, hunger for meaning.

Even if it meant listening to her boring and annoying speech about the human world. "The human world has a government that rules over us and they are democratically elected. We have the overall ruler, the president, but in some countries that practice monarchy, they have the King or the Queen. Then each ruler has his or her cabinet members, those who will govern and take part in the decision-making process with him..." "But it is not different from the wolfdom. We also have our Alpha as the overall ruler then his cabinet members are his Luna, his Beta, his Gamma or Delta..." I cut her, getting a little bit pissed at her lame comparison.

Jackolsha said wickedly. "This..." "Hold him so he couldn't run away! Since he is the only man-animal on this realm. We are going to disclose this truth! Or else the world will shake!" "This..." 'What is this world!' What is this world? Where Gods is the only men? So all animals here are women but used to change their appearances? "Tit!" ~Mission complete~ "Tit!" ~Ask for help, completed.~ To be continued... Satou, D. Vote ITIBT for more updates!

The rule is that there is no rule, only the law of the strongest and nothing else. Just like heaven, hell has several floors and the further you go down, the more you lose your humanity and assert your strength. These kinds of people do not consider today's society as their own. No, they created their own world and the police and any authority figures have no business getting involved and they don't. In truth, the worst criminals in the world have never set foot in prison. In the Dark World there are no weaklings, they die even before the start. There are just hyenas, bears, wolves, tigers, panthers and lions.

He gave a slight smile and raised his brows. “Well, the ancient kingdom notes say that every animal had the power of shape-shifting. But mostly, wolves, lions, foxes, snakes and cats could survive till this date. All of them live in different kingdoms and doesn’t cross path with each other to avoid wars,” Beta Alexander explained with lots of patience. “Why do the wolves not allow lions to take over? They are kings,” Lucas suddenly said in a very dark tone, and his fists were grasping the side of his sword.

Maydor gains composure as well as courage and takes a step toward me. “You were meant to marry my bitch of a daughter for my silence. Now, look at this kingdom!” He holds his arms out wide and turns in a circle addressing the warriors and remaining Lords. “A Grimalkin and a hybrid will rule over the were-cat kingdom! Is this what you want? To be ruled by shifters of another race?” The crowd grumbles and my agitation rises. “Princess tawny is a Phanton! The rightful ruler of this kingdom.” I counter his declaration.