Cat Hunter Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I purred as I used my left hand to sink her head further into my muff pie. My right palm quickly typed in the hacking code. 30 seconds later I was seeing thermal images of Mitch and Kitty — holy motherfucker, that dirty little slut. She was getting it on with a werewolf. Well, I couldn’t blame a bitch, Mitch was hot if you're into a conceited, big-headed chocolate Adonis. My eyes blushed. The mutt was tearing up that pussy! “Ouch! Amanda, easy with the teeth, girl.” I warned, she was nibbling too hard. Amanda got mad and stood to her feet. She started to get dressed. “What's wrong?”

Deimon's eyes widened in concern as he approached Kate, her gaze vacant, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane. The aftermath of the werewolf hunters' attack had left her a shattered porcelain doll, the trauma etched on her face like a horrifying bas-relief. He could sense the echoes of terror radiating off her in waves, her panic a tangible entity clawing at the air. The memory of those monstrous hunters, their eyes gleaming with sadistic glee, their laughter echoing in the dead of night, threatened to consume her.

He could feel the warm breath leaving her mouth, that's how close he was standing to her. Caterina wanted to move, to run away. To hide herself in the confines of her room. It was too much. She had never seen anyone fucking someone. She was never into spectators. She was a virgin and never even kissed a man. What was the predatory loon in Hugo’s eyes that had her frozen. As if her feet had dug inside the ground. “I…”. “Are you enjoying yourself, cerva”. They both spoke at the same time. Caterina felt her heart beating fastly at being called a Deer.

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

She wasn't looking for love but he made sure to snatch the bit of her truce leaving her with no choice but to go with Agatha. Silvia still felt goosebumps recalling the vision she had in that guest room at Catherine's wedding when Hunter cornered her. It was Hunter, he was coated in blood from head to toe, reeking of terrifying death while prowling towards her with an ax in his hand. Murder danced in his demonic eyes and she knew it was her end as he lunged at her. They say being a seer was a blessing but only if they knew.

It's definitely magical and definitely the reason I can't move. The Hunters stalk toward me with cold, calculated movements, and I realize with a sinking feeling that I'm in deep trouble. I need help, but there's no one to hear my pleas, no one to save me from the cold, heartless gaze of the Hunter who just pulled a stake from his utility belt. His lips curl into a cruel smile as he sees the fear in my eyes. I try to hide it, to mask my vulnerability, but it's too late. The cat's out of the bag, and the Hunters know they've got me right where they want me.

The succubus in me is hungry, hungry for the pleasures of the flesh. ‘Alisa….it is time to feed,’ a voice inside of me calls out and my heart stops. No…get out of my head! I squeeze my eyes tighter and shake my head, how can I harm another being? The steps grow louder, closer, yet at a calm and confident pace. I take in a deep shaky breath to calm myself down. Panicking isn’t going to help in any way. I will have to be in control. My eyes strain to make shapes out of the shadow and that is when I see him. The Hunter.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

A feral hiss radiated from the shadows. I squinted and made out the silhouette of a cat. How in the world did this cat get in here? I didn’t have a concrete answer, but I was willing to bet money on the guess that werewolves and cats don’t get along. I reached my hand into the little nook where the cat had folded itself. It was my turn to hiss as the cat’s claws made contact with the flesh of my hand. “You little shit,” I muttered as I grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and pulled it out of the hole.