Black Cat Stories Novels & Stories

The black cat immediately leaped forward, blocking in front of Emily and pushed her back. Emily did not expect the black cat's strength to be stronger than a human's, and she was pushed to a corner of the wall in the distance. She stared in horror as Hawkins was surrounded by the three wolves. She yelled urgently: "Hawkins! Run away! They are werewolves!"

I want to leak all day and pretend I’m not soaked because I let three masked men break me into pieces. My eyes meet with the Beast, still beside me, cock in hand, stroking slow like he’s got all the time in the world. Watching the way I take it, the way I shudder around every inch. “Go on,” he growls, low and dark. “Cum for him. Let us see what you look like when you break.”

Noble knights, gentlemen, boys, girls, and ladies. The story I present here is not about a black cat. This is the story of the black cat, the first, true and unique. It all started a long time ago. When cats were venerated as gods, temples were built and offerings were made. And that certainly had its reasons. Among all the cats in the world there were those that were born with two tails. Each of them had a gift. And immortality.

"From something that was chasing him in the forest. Something that wasn’t human. He could never explain it properly. He only said he felt he was going to die… until the cat appeared." The salesperson opened a small drawer and pulled out an aged paper, laminated to prevent deterioration. It was an old hand-drawn sketch. A slender cat with red eyes. And behind it… a shadow too tall to be a man. "He said the creature retreated when it saw the cat. As if it recognized a kind of authority. As if it were standing before something greater than itself." Vlad felt something ancient stir within him. A memory. The salesperson continued. "Since then, the piece became a symbol of protection in the family

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“There’s a few funny ones for kids. Don’t kill giants or you’ll have bad luck is one of them, another was to never pull a cat's tail.” “Why not?” “If you pull a cat’s tail you’re destined to be beheaded.” “Oh. That’s violent. Ours aren’t really like that.” “What’s one of yours?” “That’s its bad luck to cross the path of a black cat.” He snickers and adds, “You’ll like this one, if you pull on a Tricksters ears, they will grant you a wish.” I didn’t just laugh at that one, I practically cackled like a witch.

“The black wolf. “I thought we established that the black wolf couldn't exist. "No," Caleb snapped. “You established that because you're too desperate to believe I'm the culprit here. I know the black wolf exists because I've seen it with my own eyes. His scent is all over the cave. "You mean your smell." “I don't need to hear that shit. Caleb fell forward and, with a snap, the spine was bent, contorted, becoming shorter and thinner, the fingers curling as the nails became long claws. A few moments later, Caleb's red wolf stood before us, his lips pulled back in an angry scowl. He gave a defiant bark, got out of his pile of tattered clothes and ran into the woods.

Everything. Throughout the entire story, Ethan remained terrifyingly silent. Despite the boiling rage clearly building inside him, he kept his promise and never interrupted her even once. And when Belle finally finished speaking—He still remained silent. “Ethan...?” Belle nervously called while anxiously studying his unreadable expression. “Well?” Ethan slowly looked at her. His calmness now felt even scarier than anger. “Dad, Cassey, and Darvid were there when everything happened?” he quietly asked.

I often wondered if he would be disappointed that I did not stand up for myself in Blacktree or if he felt that it was stronger not to because of what was on the line. I wished, more than anything, that I could just have one more day with him. Unfortunately, that went out the window when he was betrayed by his mate and murdered by Ezekiel. “Papa always told me bedtime stories about the early days of our kind. He was very knowledgeable about it and had thousands of stories about them. My favorite stories were always about one wolf in particular. He was a massive black wolf with blue streaks. Kaiseus the Great, was what he called an Ancient Spirit.”

THE CITY OF BOMADA (THE SECOND ZONE, CRYSTAL WHITE PACK) A sudden, unnatural darkness swallowed the city whole. Chaos erupted. Werewolves stumbled and fell, their vision stolen by a powerful, roaring spell. A force greater than them had struck without warning. Wealthier pack members, those fortunate enough to own cars, attempted to flee. They sought refuge in the human world beyond their territory, but nature itself turned against them. Thunderbolts crackled through the air, striking their headlights, plunging them into deeper despair. Trapped within their vehicles, they could do nothing but listen to the desperate cries of their kind.