Akatsuki Cats Novels & Stories

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

Ace stated. "Yeah, let's let her to do what she wants for now." Acario agreed then sighed. Yuko glared at Aitan then yawned. He's wagging his tail while showing his nails just for him to make sure that he can protect his master from everything. •••• END OF CHAPTER 12. ••••

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

But the spark inside it pulsed, and I knew she was listening. The black cat leaped onto the table, its paws making no sound against the wood. Its yellow eyes observed the doll with a curiosity that bordered on hunger, its tail swaying slowly from side to side. “Done, my dear.” I ran my hand over its silky fur. “One more debt collected.” It purred. It was not just a cat. That was obvious to anyone who knew how to look. Ordinary cats don’t smile. Ordinary cats don’t appear in locked cells, in dark forests, in hospital windows where no one else can see them. Ordinary cats don’t collect souls like someone collecting butterflies.

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

"Why the hell are you all glaring at me? I can't afford another mad hound going feral in my territory." A short chuckle slips from Darren, and like dominoes, the tension cracks. The others laugh - lightly , nervously. Even Alessia smiles. But I don't. Not yet. It's obviously the first time Derek reacts visibly rattle. Alessia steps closer, her voice quieter. "What is a Kitsune? Really?" I turn to her slowly. My gaze drifts back to Raven, her breathing shallow, the book still on her chest. "The Nine-Tail Fox," I say.

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.

He stepped up beside me, our heads on the same level despite my height of 6'4". I swallowed the shock as I looked at my wolf directly for the very first time. Atka was solid black, a wall of muscle rippling under his fur. His eyes were the same brilliant green as mine, and he was currently glaring at me. 'Go. To. Her.' I snapped out of the awe and crossed the distance to my dream girl, Atka walking beside me. Her smile grew, and when we were close enough, she reached out to Atka and buried her fingers in his fur. He nuzzled against her, his eyes drifting closed, and I had to bite back the irrational spike of jealousy that she went to him first. He was me, and I was him, so how could I be jea

"I spent some time with her brother, who's not her brother; it's complicated. He told me something had happened to Sarah's cat, but he never mentioned what kind of cat it was. Long story short: she can shift for seconds, but she can't hear the animal. It's present and not if that makes sense." "Luka, listen to me," I place my hand over his. "Atlas, just like your brother, is special. Because of that," I clear my throat, trying to find the best word to describe Atlas. "Because of that cat, we've been through more than you can remember. Don't feel sorry for Lenox; there's no need. He knows everyone has their way, and he accepted it a long time ago- your pity would be the last thing Lenox would