Cat Anthro Novels & Stories

Anthony chewed quietly for a moment, still reading, before finally setting his book down and lifting his eyes to me. “Mama?” My heart fluttered at the sound. He still called me that like it had always been true. “Yes, baby?” He hesitated—just for a second—and then said, “How many species are there? I mean… of mythical beings.” Simon glanced at me, his brow raised in silent agreement. That’s not exactly a bedtime question. Anthony continued, voice soft but insistent, “I know I’m a werewolf. And that I’ll get my wolf when I’m thirteen. But what else is out there? Are there rules? Structures? Like… councils, or alliances?”

before Aron could finish, a curse rang out from behind and as all of them swivelled their heads to look at the source of the cursing, Reyna wasn’t surprised that it was Diskant who was spouting curses after curses for Glenn. “ We are sorry about this,” said Reyna though she didn’t stop Diskant from his cursing session, if she was being honest, she too wanted to curse just like him. A hybrid wolf that can morph his appearance? No wonder, Glenn was never caught in his dirty deals...if such a pawn was in his hands even she would have a hard time catching him. “ This guy named CAT, is he the only one or there are more?”

This is probably the explanation for their welcome despite her human ancestry. If we can recognize one thing in them, it is that lycanthropes are very filial, they recognize their blood and cherish them like animals with the young of the group. Aren't they humanized animals? Nothing surprising. " But then when these creatures killed Madam Anne, it was out of revenge. They didn't have to accept that a human continued to raise one of their young…" "I do not know the rules of these creatures. .."

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

One for men and one for women. The woman's curtains moved first as a large sleek panther stepped out. Its fur was a dark coffee brown color that was a few shades darker than Calix. The bright amber eyes dancing as Calix launched himself at the lean creature, hugging one of its legs. She was as tall as she was in human form, making her just a few inches bigger than me if you didn’t count her ears.

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

We stay like that for a good minute before he turns around to snarl at the trees. Between two oak trees, a pack of werecats yowls at us. Their bodies are entirely human except for the hair covering their skin and their faces of different cat species—some look like lions, while others resemble tigers or panthers. Their chests are bare, muscular, and hairy. But what they all have in common is the ready-to-kill expression. I brace myself, ready to summon flames. But unfortunately, they outnumber us. Victory seems hopeless, which is why I find it endearing that Blake appears unwilling to leave my side—he is standing so close I could touch him.

Even darker compared to Vanta-black. It`s colour was so dark that the light from my hunting rifle is not reflecting from its fur. “You aren’t allowed to spare their lives, human child.” The misfortune cat told me. “You must take at least one of their life.” Then, it sits on the ground, staring at the Cithaeron lions. “Spare? This child intends to spare their lives?” The Fenrir wolf asks the misfortune cat. “Watch your attitude, nya.” The misfortune cat told Fenrir. “Is this how you were supposed to talk to me, nya?”

She got up and got dressed. Leanunya was a cattagon. She had soft silky silver fur which was rare by the cattagon standards. She had large tufted black cat ears that added to her catlike appearance. Her nose was pink while her muzzle was silver and black. Her eyes were a beautiful blue and silver adding to her beauty and rare appearance. Her tail was almost twice as long as any normal tail and it was tipped black with some spotting on it. She had black spotting all along her arms and her claws were long and black. She had mostly fur and little to no scales which was rare for a cattagon. She had large silver dragon wings rimmed black.

Chase admitted turning in his seat a bit to look at us at the back. "Must be a mixed breed."Howard answered. "You mean Alumni?" Casablanca corrected. It was the second time I heard that word mentioned in two days. The honshu and I didn't like it. "No. Half breed. The panthers mate with other species. Their mates can be anything from human to dragon. So their kids resemble both genes in a shift. It's not common or a flaw but merely a coincidence." "Didn't know you were so knowledgeable." Kellan mused from the front as Cole shook his head smiling.