Aphrodite Cat Novels & Stories

I lean closer to examine the wound and that’s when her pheromone hits me hard. Catania’s pheromone always hit me heard, but this one is different. I pause and look at her, my heart hammering my chest. Ander sprints up in my mind and chants the word “mate” more firmly than he has ever done before and this time around, my mind doesn’t rebuke his words. I give Catania an intense gaze as my mind goes intone frenzy, trying to correlate everything I'm feeling at the moment.

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

Aphrodite sat upright as she looked at the babe and I placed the babe in her arms. "Oh, she smells so good," Aphrodite moaned as she closed her eyes before they opened to look right into mine. I brought my hand up to caress her cheek before I leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, "only the best for you, my Aphrodite. Now, eat." Her fangs elongated before she greedily dug her face into the babes neck and the babe screeched as Aphrodite drank from her. I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears.

he picked up the liitle African wild cat and cuddled it to his body. “Yea, that’s what the lion also said. Just not in that many words.” It was out there before she could get a hold on her silly mouth. “Then he was trying to rape me.” “Oh goodness me. No no, not little Gato. Gato will never do anything like that without your consent. And Gato, by the way is a she, not a he. And why did you go outside? It is raining, or haven't you notice again?”

My perfect dream, sitting there beside me, alive and unafraid. She was still talking when I pulled onto the highway, her voice soft but alive with that nervous excitement she got when she was passionate about something. “So then this little guy, okay, he was this scrappy street cat, right? Missing half his tail, covered in fleas, hissing at everyone but the moment I held him, he just melted,” she said, grinning out the window. “And now he’s living with this old lady who knits him sweaters. Sweaters, Adriano. For a cat. He looks like a cupcake.”

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

Aphrodite didn't fight the same way — she whispered words older than creation, weaving them like threads into nets that caught some of the illusions mid - leap and unraveled them into smoke. Still, more came. They weren't meant to win. They were meant to be worn down. Punished. "We have to push through!" Aphrodite shouted. Vaethea nodded and broke into a run. The ground shifted beneath her, black water thickening into sludge, then cracking like ice. She barely kept her balance, slashing open a path. Aphrodite followed close behind, murmuring curses turned into prayers turned into shields. The cathedral loomed closer now. And with it — color.

The cat seems it's been splashed by the hot water. She turns to the deserted alley and walks to the cat. Seeing the cat's condition, she almost tears up. "Who did this to you?" She said with a sad voice. When Asher turns around, he saw Athena already walked to the dark alley. He follows her from behind. Athena takes out a pocketknife from her bag, she wants to use her blood on the cat, but before she pricks her finger, Asher snatches the knife and grabs her hand.