Cat Beastars Novels & Stories

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Luckily, Lanton is not in any of my classes, which is a huge relief to me. I manage to concentrate in class just fine, but right at the end of class, I see him again when I see the driver already standing in front of the school with that ridiculous flashy limousine, the driver, one of Lestari's gangsters, is standing there, waiting in a robotic way, probably regretting joining the mafia. I bet if he had known before that he would be babysitting the boss's son, he wouldn't have joined.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

" And it shouldn't be affecting you unless you're a beast type like Kaen!!" An eerie silence fell upon us as Troublemaker connect the dots and I decide whether to tell him or not. " You're a half-beast aren't you? What am I saying! Of course, you are! That would explain the similarity between you and Kaen. Both of you are Felidae types! That's why your blood shows so many similarities. " Troublemaker concluded before I even had the chance to say anything. I sigh as I sat down on his bed.

With a small sigh, he drew back from the large balcony, then swiftly removed the unbuttoned coat he had been wearing. He mostly wore that. Black unbuttoned coats that gave a tantalizing view of his toned abs, and his beautiful broad chest, and the beginnings of a manly waist. Now, he was just completely shirtless, his dark blonde hair falling to the tips of his shoulders. He pulled it up to a bun, and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Brother," a voice came, and he turned to the new comer. His Beta and younger brother, Kane Atlantis was standing by the door, his hands clasped respectfully in front of him. Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary w

"If you want your money so badly, commoner, you should crawl to me on the floor and lick my boots. Maybe then I will agree to give you your chicken change." The don's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his henchmen began urging him not to take the bait. But Carlos's greed clearly outweighed his common sense. With a sarcastic huff, he shoved his men aside and began unbuttoning his suit jacket, his large belly spilling forth as he dropped to his hands and knees, crawling closer to me. When he reached my boots, he reached out to grasp my leg—but I was faster. Lifting my foot, I slammed it down onto his head, pinning him to the floor.

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

With two minutes remaining, he arranged a comfortable place for the beast near his bed. "Oh right, you don't have a name yet. What should I call you..." Sebastian pondered, then found an answer, "You belong to the bear family, but you look like a cat, so I'll name you... Bearcat!" Despite the Food Iron Beast's displeasure, Sebastian gave it the name, and it had no chance to object because Sebastian had already logged out. ... Exiting the game pod, Sebastian felt as energetic as ever. He had spent three days inside, and his body showed no signs of discomfort. No hunger, no need for a bathroom break.

I sank to my knees in the snow, fists clenched so tight my nails bit into skin. “Elira,” I whispered, voice barely more than air. “Please.” But the forest didn’t answer. She was nowhere. And for the first time in years—maybe ever— I was fucking terrified. My beast took over and shifted back with a snarl, bones tearing and reforming until the ground quaked beneath my paws. Then I howled. A sound that cracked through the sky and sent birds scattering from the trees. It wasn’t a call. It was a warning. A demand. A threat to whatever dared take her from me.