Cat Hunter Creepypasta Novels & Stories

that were drowned out in the daytime.The cat raised her nose to the sky, a kiss of dampness hung ready to meet the tender earth. She switched her tail left to right as if to rid herself of the gathering tension that came with a hunt. Moving down the cemetery paths with the slink all true felines possess, claws still sheathed, her mind surged sending tingles right to her toes."Look how feisty my little evil is," she said in a graving tone."Cruella, now come to me," her long-fingered nails raised to gesture the black cat which jumped instantly to her arms."Good girl," the woman wandered her sharp nails to her fluff and it gave the cat relaxation."Oh, I missed you too, my evil mistress," she g

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.

The Ghost hummed, having a wraithlike smile on his now visible lips. Heather eyed the cat who had gotten extra-large since she last laid her eyes on it. It looked at her with such hatred, that she could have sworn the obnoxiously arrogant animal intended for her to turn insanely dramatic into believing—she was the cat from Matt’s show. Through some twisted fuckery of events, the imagination of the script writer had culminated into an atrocious reality, which no one would trust, unless they’re barmy. “No, that can’t be true.”

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

Emily wanted to hold the kitten again, but she saw the man snort and laugh, saying: "Don't rush to save it. It may be more formidable than you think. How amusing. You didn't even notice you were carrying a cat. But... Kitten, are you sure you can defeat me? Protect her? Your owner shouldn't underestimate me." In response to his words, the Chinchilla cat let out a hoarse meow, showing no fear. The man in the white suit coldly stared at the cat momentarily and said: "Want to die? Then come, it's almost a full moon, the day I look forward to most each month." After speaking, he quickly removed his white vest, revealing his muscular arms. He cracked his neck, and black fur suddenly sprouted on h

Chloe kicked off her shoes. Meanwhile, Hunter was hallucinating. He saw Chloe smiling at him, her neck calling to him. Then his vision cleared, and he saw a man chained up, covered in blisters. He gagged. “Motherfucker,” he muttered. His mind was still playing tricks, a vampire in lace was coming at him. “No,” he shoved her away. “Hell no.”

“What brings you here? You know you could have called and let me know you were coming over. I might have some tea prepare.” I was sarcastic, but the reason was that the smell of blood had me craving him. “What cat ate your tongue?” I said as I lower myself. “Bitch!” the hunter spat. Blood dripped from my face. Then, smiling dangerously, I let my fangs out. Grabbing his shirt, I pull him close so our eyes can meet. The hunter’s eyes went wide. I could smell his fear, making me more excited about killing him. “How about we have a feast?” I asked as I cocked my head to the side and smiling, “Baby is hungry.”

Playing some sick game? She 'did' hear rumors about some serial killer lately. Maybe he was the killer. Zayne 'was' the killer. Kayley continued running, panting at every breath. She tripped on a log and her face landed on twigs and dead leaves. But quickly forced herself up and continued running with her throat urging herself to let out a cry. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" The Vampire darkly chuckled, watching her flee was his own style of sick entertainment. He loved having a cat and mouse chase with his meals. "Time's up." He bolted into the forest not as fast as before but fast enough to catch up to her.

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.

"I heard you tried to touch her again and she stabbed you. I can see it in the way you are holding onto your chest. She will not come quietly. Yan Sha will slip away somewhere quietly where you'll never be able to find her again." "Wei, Jungpi, Yan . . . there are three that must fall. A cat is curious as to what is going on through the wall. I can lure the phoenixes and strange them in my wrist. Lion is only a bigger cat. The same tricks will get me the prize that I have been seeking for quite some time. If you doubt me, maybe you should stay here longer to recouperate."