Cat Hunter Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Wolves had great night vision, but cats were in their element in the dark. My eyes glowed as we began the descent downwards. The further we ventured down the more I could start to smell the coppery scent of blood and sweat. The smell overpowered the dank and musty mold. I didn’t like being down here, a shiver ran through me as I could sense the horrible things that have happened down here, like the ghosts of the past were whispering to me ‘turn around. Go back.’ It had the hackles of my cat, Juniper, raising.

He seats himself on the chair in front of the table and the conversation starts. “We were actually hunting that yokai for some years now… You probably wouldn’t know the term ‘hunting’ here. Or do you?” “No. I do not.” “Okay. I’ll explain it in simple terms. There are three categories under which people or humans in general fall under… The cast, the off-cast and the hunters. Well, only if you’re out of your mind will you take the hunting route. My point being that the cast can interact with spirits, dead people, apparitions if they have not passed into the afterlife and they decide to stick around as a rumour. The off-cast are those idiots who can’t see these apparitions and they decide to us

“No I haven’t Alpha.” “Everything alright darling,” asks my mother. “I’m not sure, Hunter hasn’t returned.” “I’ll keep things in order here honey. Go find him.” “Okay mom,” I reply as I kiss her cheek and head towards Winter’s Moon. I follow his scent all the way to the falls but notice that it keeps going towards the pack house. Not once did I catch Katerina’s scent. I creep through the forest, avoiding all the warriors when I suddenly hear an agonizing cry of pain and I knew immediately it was Hunter. I run in the direction of the screams just as they subside. I see some warriors ascend some stairs and leave. I get ready to leave the shadows of the trees to head down there when I suddenly

need to hunt for food. But could someone tell me why you would need to hunt wolves? It’s certainly not for food. They aren’t bothering cattle, because there have been no reports of any cattle being hurt or killed by them. The wolves in this area eat small game and deer. How do we know this? You also have a couple werewolf packs living amongst you. You never knew that. Did you? Werewolves are the same way. We don’t die easily, but when we do, our bodies go back to being human. That’s also for the werehawks and the werecats in your area.” Then a child, around the age of ten asked, “Is my cat a werecat?” Chloe laughed, “No. Werecats are never the housecat variety. They are usually bobcats, lyn

Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it. Hugo grabbed Cael, and they quickly teleported. It startled the ghost when two hunters suddenly appeared in front of him and thrust the katana into his chest. Everyone turned towards the portal that was suddenly open. It was a mixture of darkness and light. A creature came out of there. It was like what they saw in the swimming gym on Halloween. They could see fear and shock on its face. A hooded creature came out of the portal. The wings almost remove the feathers. It was wearing a long skirt with a broken hem. Also, it was holding a scythe and they could not see its face. “The grim reape

She kicked the dumpster, the heavy metal clattering and sliding, pinning the vampire against the opposite wall. He shrieked”a thin, pathetic sound”and clawed at the metal, his fingernails breaking off and leaving streaks of black ichor on the steel. He ignored her entirely, his eyes fixed on the discarded duck carcass on the ground, his body convulsing in a seizure of hunger. "You're nothing," Cattleya whispered, her voice trembling. "You're not a king. You're not a hunter. You're just a parasite whose host has died."

He was hunting. “You can’t hide forever, kitten,” his voice echoed through the maze, distorted and menacing. “I can smell how wet you are. Running won’t save that greedy little cunt.” A shiver ripped through me. Yes. He was the first predator to call me kitten which made my pussy a lot wetter.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

A peal of horror erupted from Ophelia when the malicious beast parted his lips that reached his ears, baring his hundred sharp teeth at her, before bruising her face with his exceedingly long claws. Pain struck through Ophelia and she let her thunderous scream of help roll from her throat like a banshee in the dead of the night. She had run into a place she wasn't supposed to, and now she was trapped with this hideous beast that roamed around the bushes to feast on clueless werewolves. The werecat chuckled before leaking her blood off his claws. "Nothing can beat the iron aftertaste of blood, but when it gets spiced up with the victim's fear, it's the best meal ever," his voice was monstrous