Black Cat Stories Novels & Stories

He looked down and saw a black cat staring up at him, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. The cat spoke to him, telling him that it was a messenger from Lady Victoria. It warned him that a new threat had emerged, one that was even more powerful than the ghost that had haunted him before. Logan felt his heart sink as the cat relayed the message. He knew that they had to act fast to stop this new danger. He rushed back to the kingdom and immediately went to find Alpha Caleb. He explained the situation, and they all sprang into action.

Henry asked out of curiosity. "Those people are called, Black Cat! they come together and created a group immediately this disaster started and they attack people, and kill those that refused to join them." Logan said to Henry. "I still don't understand Logan, what does got to do with us leaving so quickly?" "You're smart Henry, and you should understand me! those people feed on flesh and they might attack our community since zombies has taken over, I can't risk the life of my people Henry because I won't be able to protect those that survive if those black cat attack, they're many." Logan said to Henry.

Even if I wanted to speak, the shard of ice in my throat wouldn’t have allowed any words to come out. “All these years, all I wanted was what was best for Nightcrest.” He jerked his head toward Zoe. “I needed her blood. The blood of the Black Wolf.” A soft gasp rippled through the room at that. I’d heard legends of the Black Wolf before—a creature of legend that was said to take over the world. The antithesis of the Moon Goddess. A werewolf with such dark magic in its veins that it could control our kind, even rogues, and fill the world with shadow and plague and war.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

I returned his smile. "Okay, it was a dark, dark, stormy night. The wolves were howling, the owls were squeaking, it was pouring heavily, and the weather had changed. Everything was flashing black and white with the help of the lightning, the thunder roared in anger, scaring everyone of them, the vol-" "Okay, okay, that's too much information. Just get to the best part already," I said, cutting him off.

Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with everyone else once his monster was unleashed. Silly character. But then, I guess that would mean foolish me too because, more importantly, no one was forcing me to read this. At night. During a thunderstorm. Creepy stories always kept me up, restless and alert to every creak and groan around me, especially when I’d been drinking. And yep, after a curious glance toward the coffee table, I noticed my wineglass was empty. As was the bottle sitting next to it. Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight.

Kat POV I had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men.

“My lady already answered your question— what’s with your persistence, little girl…?” “The Black Cat— along with the Fenrir wolves, are now trying to hunt this little pink girl called Ruby,” I told them. “…The wolves…!?” Snow Leopard Queen inadvertently muttered, while glaring at Fenrir’s daughter. “Why is the young mistress of the wolves here with you!? What is he planning!?” “He says the Black Cat is threatening his pack— he says he needs my help to save his pack.” “Him…!?” White Snake uttered. “IMPOSSIBLE!!!”