Cat Anthro Novels & Stories

Anthony was of old Alpha blood, so his wolf was a large muscular creature. "Hold your nerve, Rori." Adam called as she nodded. I knew she would stay human for a while small and quick for the large lumbering wolf, but she would need to stay away from his snarling jaws that would snap her in half. He growled as he charged my sister. I closed my eyes and said a prayer to the moon goddess.

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

] He called out Monami's name with fervor before he started to run towards the other party. All the feeling of bottled up longing and anticipation pushed him to run faster. The two in loved Antediluvian Cats both have the same thing their mind. Both of them badly wanted to snuggle at one another. But when Nero was already within her reach, Monami finally realized that it would not as easy as they imagined. It was only when Nero sat next to her did the two cats realized that their disproportionate sizes would not allow them to snuggle at each other just Even if Nero was in his panther form, his size was still negligible compared to Monami's extremely big physique.

“You look like shit.” “Age will do that to you,” he puffs. Age. He was a wolf, which meant that his life span was a lot longer than most. Of course, it wasn’t longer than a lycan’s, but given his age, he shouldn’t look this bad. “He’s...” the woman manages, reaching up and grabbing my hand. “Sick.” At her words, a growl of warning escapes Anthrose, and I’m surprised to feel his killing intent press against me. Was he that opposed to the woman?

It was my friends who were transforming into beasts. The ground under my feet siped as I fell to the ground with a thud. I couldn't muster the energy, to lift my body. Or to talk to any of them. they were revealing their true colors in front of me unknowingly. they were not werewolves but they were Panters all are black in color. Some were large in size and height but some were small in size but had log legs, short bodies. Panters had purple eyes, Smaller cats had blue eyes. they all looked sharp when fighting.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

I’m not ready. No matter how much I try to prepare myself, the thought of shifting into my Ailuranthrope form terrifies me. I’ve seen glimpses of it in my dreams. A towering feline-like creature with emerald eyes and shimmering scales. It’s powerful, ancient, and completely foreign. I don’t know if I’ll survive it. And then there are the ancients. Their presence is overwhelming, their power a constant hum in the background. They’ve sworn to protect me, to fight for me, but I can’t trust their intentions. The bond they speak of, it’s not the same as the one I share with Ramon.

Maybe it was how quick he attached himself to Guru or maybe, and this was the most likely possibility, Jinx had made a partial bond with Lexi and any perceived threat, however small, was making him territorial. Truth be told, if Lexi was in any shape for it, Jinx would be claiming him the way Hades had Doll. Possibly more so. Orangelo were very physical and unique to the feline race in that it was accepted they could have a deep bond with a no-fur they saw as equal. It wasn't seen as the same as romantic love, per se, but it could happen in moments.

“There’s a southern bitch –” Ethan turns around, and time seems to stop. A low growl reverberates from his chest, vibrating at such a frequency it rumbles around the courtyard. He has growled a few times in my presence, but this time, it is a pure animal. It reminds me of what he is. A wolf. A killer. An alpha. A hush falls over the courtyard. Eyes flick toward the source of Ethan’s displeasure, and the wolf in the blue kilt steps back. The mob looks at me.

Caturix rumbles. I had no idea that they could switch like that without shifting. I have to say that Caturix is one imposing Lycan. He must be at least 8’ tall and he is all muscle. His fur is as black as night. I wanted to pet him, but during an attack is not the time for shit like that. I run my hand through his hair, and I swear he starts to purr like a damn cat. I nearly ask him if he is purring, but I do not think he would appreciate being compared to a cat. “Aww you are purring.” I coo.