Alastor Cat Novels & Stories

Lucas' POV I stared at him, surprised. "Who bloody cares about their timeline?" I snapped. "I'm the Alpha of the damn pack." "As the Alpha, you shouldn't forget that the auction school belongs to Alpha Kael of the Black water pack," He said with a shrug. "Its literally his biggest investment here and if you think he will let you mess with it, you're joking."

"I see you would like the balcony to yourself. I'll see myself out now." I attempted to distance myself from him, my unease lingering. But as I started to walk away, he reached out to stop me, his grip on my arm sending a chill down my spine. "Wait!" He urged, his voice hushed. "I believe we haven't been properly introduced. Alpha Chester was....well, being Alpha Chester." He chuckled nervously. I tried to mask my discomfort and nodded for him to proceed. Alpha Jacob's gaze remained steady on mine as he inclined his head. "I am Alpha Jacob of the Storm Claw Pack. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna Nora."

Ssshhh, don't say anything "He is a demon, and even the thought of him fear everyone, young lady. David Wastle is a disciple of sin and the devil who was brought up in an Italian Mafia household Don himself girl. He dominate Hawkins this whole freaking city with his power he is Heartless He has slain people and taken innocent lives; he is a monster and the devil. Ema kept talking and talking... A sense of déjà vu struck her. His warm breath touched her eardrum as he spoke, "Yeah kitten scream my name." She said joyfully, "David ahhhhhh David ahhhhhhhh." While gripping her tighter, he said, "Yes kitten, yes, remember me, remember my name, I'm David Wastle." "KATE!" As Ema yelled, "Bring her

Wishing for a scratch behind her ear? Sickening. The cat was already out of the bag, so Ronin made no effort to conceal his flickering eyes as Alastor stepped up on the other end of the fighting platform. About a dozen wolves followed behind him, dressed in black from head to toe as if they were dressed for a funeral. Ronin’s no doubt. They were in for a violent awakening. Alastor's bright red eyes gleamed in anticipation, his blond hair was pulled back from his face in a tight ponytail.

She laughed and tried to pull away but Alastor kept her in place and the next thing she felt was a warm wet tongue licking the side of her neck all the way to her face making her burst out into suppressed laughter more so at the way he was acting. She might have hated humans but animals always held a lot of place in her heart. Any species had been better than humans to her. Looking at his face she saw that his eyes had once again turned dark and finally she collapsed at the continued assault of his nuzzling and licking. She fell flat down. Alastor, now hovering over her, licked her cheek as she heard him say, “Mate! Mate! My Mate!” “Oh my fucking god! Stop! What is up with you?” she asked, u

I've always known you weren't crazy. The calming power had an instant effect and Aster's voice strengthened, "With cats in our clan, will I be able to kill other cats?" Esta stepped forward. "We can kill cats together, wolf." Aster looked to the she-cat standing slightly behind Nicolas. "Who are you?" He didn't sound angry but his eyes drilled into hers. "I'm the alpha's second." Her eyes challenged. Aster smiled and it was cold enough to freeze water. "Not for long." Before Nicolas could interject Esta spoke again, "You can try."

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

"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."

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.

his mom continued to mutter into his ears, trying to keep him in balance. She rushed out of the room, walking into his bathroom and pouring the water away and pouring a new one into the bowl only to come out to be taken aback with her widened eyes. Alston was seated on the bed, his eyes in its wolf color, his teeth elongated and his nails as sharp as it could be. A loud growl erupted from his lips, taking her aback as she gulped down. “Als..” she tried to call out but took some steps back as her heart sank.