Novel & Cerita Black Cat Stories

"It's just some harmless bondage. I was going to tie you up anyway. Ol' Blackie's kink trap saved me the trouble." The no-fur crawled across the bed until he was close enough to run his fingers up and down Guru's thighs. "Okay, I admit I was very distracted by you and I wasn't thinking about finding the bridge at all but..." Guru stopped what he was saying to marvel at what he was now noticing. The thing under the bed. At least he guessed it was a thing. It appeared to have a lot of eyes and many appendages. "I think this is where ol' Blackie does very bad things to his demons! There's a something waking up under the bed that sort of looks like a jellyfish but not really. Way more grabby."

However, the cat was too scary, so these bandits had to take out all of their precious things. "Bank notes? Gold notes? And some broken silver?" The cat robber searched those things and got very angry. He shouted, "Where are the black crystals? Magical weapons? Do you have any natural treasure? D*mn! you want to fool me with this trash. That's too bad! I'm going to bite you all!" As he was saying, the kitten showed his bright baby teeth, and his head was becoming bigger. Thump! The frightened black knights squatted directly on the ground, shaking, crying, and screaming. They begged, "Hero, spare us, please. Those are really what we have..."

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Seeing this, Wilbur was shocked and cursed, "You bastard! Your fight is with me. The town's people have nothing to do with us." Wilbur flew into the storm, and four black figures appeared, attacking him simultaneously. Meanwhile, the bat creature's cold voice echoed, "There are no innocent people in this world. Everyone deserves to die!" Amid the storm, the cries of adults and the sobs of children could be heard, but the storm continued to rage on. Although Wilbur managed to fend off the black figures, they remained hidden in the storm, reappearing whenever he advanced, trapping him in a dilemma. After a while, the cries within the storm ceased as Wilbur killed two black figures, and the sto

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Other wolves slowly moved closer, their golden eyes watching as I froze by a plant. Never have I seen a black wolf before. My mother told me a bedtime story about the lone werewolf who wanted to be stronger, so he made a deal with the devil. Seeing one now frightened me. But the black wolf slowly nodded his head as his large paw took a step closer to me.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

He was doing this, what he’d been brought into the world to do. Ridding. Killing. Misbred mistakes. Deviate from us. Kill the innocents. Were they, though? Innocent? No. Oh no-no. A sound came to him, interrupting his reverie: an obscure howling noise, not unlike a dog, or wolf baying far off somewhere. Except . . . He became stock-still. His eyes glittered with mild irritation. The unearthly howl rose again, floating across Blackwater Valley and filling the night. A shudder rippled through his misshapen body.