Novel & Cerita Books With A Black Cat Character

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

Alex Dominic interpreted Donna coldly and said: "Ask about the black cat." Uri peeps at Alex Dominic, and a second later immediately leaves his eyes. Donna was startled but quickly nodded back. She looked at Uri, slowly saying, "Okay, if the things you just said above are true, is there anything unusual about that black cat?" Uri laughed wryly, shaking his head: "Because it was dark, I couldn't see, but that black cat... It cries... hear... Uhm..." "How its cry?" Donna quickly asked again. Uri frowned, trying to find the most appropriate word: "It... It sounds like... "begging"? I don't know how to describe it, it sounds a bit pitiful..."

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I thought cats were for witches, not wolves. I listened to their conversation. The black-haired boy was telling a story about a ghost, apparently an old Luna of the pack, the girl with the two cats called ‘Silver Luna.’ I was at least learning something about this pack of wolves. I settled in, enjoying the story, and even though I was outside, the warmth of these five wolves’ friendship made me feel warm, too.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

The scent of warm bread and honeyed root filled the air, and he brought it to me on a wooden tray. “You’re not hunting today?” I asked, surprised. He shook his head with a soft smile. “Not leaving your side.” I smiled gratefully and took a bite, but before I could even swallow, a strange humming filled the air, a low vibration, faint but growing. My gaze shifted across the room until it landed on the Living Book. It was trembling, glowing slightly along its spine, as if stirred by something beyond our realm. Zevarion and I exchanged a glance. My pulse quickened. I reached out slowly, hesitating before my fingers touched the cover. The moment I opened it, ink poured across the page like spill

The ground split open, revealing a spiral of stairs descending into darkness. “The final hinge,” Kaelira whispered. Taren clutched her cloak. “Do we have to go down again?” “Yes,” she said, gently. “But this time, we write the ending.” ⸻ They descended slowly, the air growing hotter with every step. The stone walls began to shimmer, faintly molten. At the bottom waited a vast chamber filled with concentric rings of runes, each revolving lazily around a core of black fire. “That’s it,” Zevran said. “The Black Moon’s heart.”

Papers beside the laptop, some of them marked, some of them blank, some of them covered in the small dense handwriting she recognized from childhood. On the desk, sitting perfectly still on the far corner with its yellow eyes open and reflecting the light, was a black cat. It looked at the three of them entering the room with the supreme indifference of a creature that had decided long ago that human activity was beneath its full attention. Monica looked at the screen on the wall.