Cat Anthro Novels & Stories

I didn’t turn immediately because I already knew they were rouge wolves and not just any. They were familiar ones. My smile faded slightly as I finally turned my head. A group of men stepped forward watching me with recognition. “Rio Vorthrane,” one of them said, his voice laced with irritation. I exhaled slowly. “You’ve been looking for me,” I said. “Yeah, you owe us” another one replied. I tilted my head slightly. “Do I?” The first one scoffed. “Don’t play games.” I glanced briefly at the woman beside me. She pushed off me, her hand hard against her chest as she smiled while walking away.

I smirk, this should be interesting. I watch the white catlike creature stare at the bear, trembling with fear. It tries to snarl and hiss in a silly attempt at scaring the beast off, only to anger it further. I take a long look at the pale animal, it's ears are long and pointed, it's eyes a shocking azure blue. It's tail is long and fluffy. It's body resembles that of a Cheetah. It's face has angular features. It's not very large especially in comparison to the giant it is facing but without a doubt it is of royal descent.

Ultimately, he fought Titan Ape and managed to defeat it using only his physical strength, compelling it to submit and agree to join. The other was a Phantom Cat, an exceedingly rare variant species. There might have been just a handful across the entire Asgard Plains, and it was likely the only one that had reached the apex overbeast realm. The Phantom Cat was small, with its entire body cloaked in black fur, including its dark eyes. It moved with complete silence, blending into the night. The Phantom Cat had a challenging growth journey before reaching the apex overbeast level. Its attack power was quite weak, making it a beast that specialized in nighttime assassination.

She licked the tip before taking it fully in her mouth. Anthonio groaned and gazed down at her. Her hair was a wavy brown like someone he knows. His fingers tangled in it and he gripped it. Canis moaned against him and continued sucking, her head bobbing faster. Anthonio groaned hard and closed his eyes. A wavy brown hair with grey eyes appeared in his mind and he moaned. “Neils.” Canis stopped. Anthonio groaned. Fuck. This was bad.

"Two things, poetic licence and sex sell, besides not all are that bad, the previous book we actually finished." "So you don't take anything personally? The fact that they sometimes make out that we are unsophisticated crude beasts?" Alinta asked with a raised eyebrow. Angela laughed, then her tone became serious as she continued, "Honestly, I do find it insulting how sometimes the wolf counterpart is depicted as an animal always leading to his or her primal instincts. I grew up with you these past eleven years and learned your ways. Us wolves have evolved so much from our lycanthrope ancestors. I mean we can talk for Pete's sake!"

I asked. "To Walk Above A Dark Street is about a community of proto-human, ape-like beings living one and a half million years ago and a modern human cat who is studying their fossils. The cat is an artist, and is drawing inspiration from them. I know why I didn't use a human but a Cat. I love cats and that is a good enough reason." "So, both of them are fictions?"

Character: Quiet, treacherous. Features: White star drawing on the forehead. Lifespan: The oldest known amph has been housed in the Historia research station for nine years. He is now estimated to be twelve years old. It is impossible to predict how the derivative gene will affect the further course of aging. Distribution: Very common Distribution area: North and South America, Europe and Africa. ----- Core group: Meles-Proles Subspecies: arbor Descent: It is assumed that the original tribal father belonged to the marten-like animals.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

I know I’m as good as dead. I wake up when Athena moves slightly. There is a bang on our door. I shoot up in time to see Zane coming through the door knife in hand. “No,” Athena screams as the knife flys at her. She dodges it because Athena is not a wolf. Athena is a werecat, a Leopard to be exact. Her reflexes are unmatched.

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.