Awakened Bahamut Cat Novels & Stories

She screeched her goddess-awful high pitch scream right in my ear, leaving it ringing, yet still, I wouldn’t budge, not until I knew my girl was safe in the living world. Panting, I force all my weight down on top of the hideous beast beneath me, trying her best to throw me off of her with everything she had. I had to laugh as naturally, nothing should be stronger than an Exalted. But a fallen Exalted was a different matter. They needed to steal others’ powers and bond with them to have even an ounce of the power they once possessed before they became disgraced. This one was lacking; she hadn’t fed in years, which gave me my advantage. I could overpower her for long enough to get my other ha

I sit up, stretching and groaning. “Ugh, what time is it? I don’t feel like I slept that long.” I grumble. Bellamy gives what I can best interpret as a cat version of a shrug. He then hops down from the bed and stretches deeply, curving his back then leaning forward. It reminds me a little of some yoga poses I saw once. My back certainly doesn’t bend that way. It’s strange, in this form our red thread still exists obviously, but it sort of comes from underneath him, I suppose a cat’s chest faces the ground more. I’m so caught up watching Bellamy in his feline form that it doesn’t occur to me to look away when he suddenly changes back in a weird blur of twisting and magic.

"Darius…" "Ssshh. Sleep. Tomorrow, we'll go home." Home. That was what Darius’ pack was to me now. The place that was once my prison was now my home. Ironic. Sleep was already drawing me in and I was about to surrender but there was one more question. "Why now, Darius. Why did I shift now?" "I believe it was the mate bond," he answered immediately. "It triggers your wolf to break out from its prison." I frowned. "Prison?"

“Did you sense it? Did you see her use her powers?” Dorian’s lips curled into a slight smile that I could hear in her voice. “I did more than sense it. I witnessed it first hand. Her powers are awakening, Malachai . She’s not fully aware of what she’s capable of yet, but the raw potential is there. And when it emerges completely…” She trailed off, leaving the thought hanging in the air between us.

Jamila I turn my head towards the garden where I thought someone was watching me. Shai, too, is suddenly alert, searching for anyone lurking. I hear a russle, and before I can run to the garden, Shai bolts and shifts mid-air into a tall, white serval cat with golden patches. I come to an abrupt stop, falling on my ass. " Shit, what happened to Shai?" I mutter breathlessly. The Serval cat returns a few minutes later as I collect my breath. It's biting down on a squirrel's neck. It drops the squirrel on my feet and looks up at me with innocent, big golden eyes. " This is a weird family," I sigh, running a hand through my curls. Shai just transformed into a serval!

For a man like him, who could only help himself with his right hand when the load became too much, it was tempting, but he knew how much pain he went through every time any of those ladies came near him. He felt better being around Vanity for the first time in his life after awakening the curse, even though the young one never moved. He even considered observing her for a longer period of time and then forcing her into marriage if she refused to be with him, but he had no idea that his inner beast would run wild when he was drunk.

My werewolf sight gives me a general idea that they've all closed, though. When I go to get up, I realize there's a warmth sitting next to me. The fuck? Did Bambi come home last night or some shit? The little ball of warmth moves, and I realize it's a cat. It stretches out and then comes up to me, purring and rubbing itself all over me. How did a cat get in here? I knew we were near a pack and not in the middle of nowhere anymore, but I didn't expect to wake up to a cat next to me. But regardless, I pet the little furball anyways. "How did you get here, little one? You know I don't have any food for you." I say while scratching its chin.

Images flashed through her mind—her mother, the Umbra Pack, and a powerful light emanating from the Luna’s Tear. Suddenly, the artifact began to glow, a soft, ethereal light enveloping it. Kate gasped, her eyes snapping open. “It’s working!” Deimon stepped closer, his eyes wide with awe. “Kate, you’re doing it. You’re unlocking its power.” The light grew brighter, surrounding Kate and lifting her slightly off the ground. She felt an immense power coursing through her veins, filling her with strength and clarity. The visions intensified, revealing a hidden potential within her, a power waiting to be unleashed.

“It’s time to fulfil your destiny.” “No,” Asher shook his head, “no, no,” he panted heavily, glancing around, hoping for someone to save him, anybody. “No, no,” he continued panting as he forced himself to stood up. His eyes started clearing softly and his surrounding started appearing. However, when he turned to his side, he saw the ghouls, this time, they didn’t try to fight him, rather, they all kneeled and bowed to him. “Accept them, if you do, you would fully awaken and you will be unstoppable. You are the strongest being alive and you will help me to dominate this world and that would finally force them to take me back,” Catherine said.

She wants to meet the woman with magical powers. "Grandma how will the lycans wake up?" Thea asked with curiosity shining in her big eyes. "There's a legend that say that the blood of the innocent soul will wake the lycan King up. The soul should be untainted, pure and innocent." Grandma told her. "However, there's a another legend which says that only the mate of the King of lycans can wake him up. They say that her presence will force him to break everything and come to her."