Cat's Eye Novels & Stories

The glare of the sun was too bright. “Meow.” The cry came again, sounding more panicked this time. Using my hands to shade my eyes, I finally spotted a small cat on the thin glass barrier, one of its legs dangerously close to slipping off the edge.

"Is Jayce the boy who died this morning?" Cat nodded anxiously. “Then I can calm you down. I'm not one of the people who killed him. On the contrary, they are my enemies. " Cat looked into the young woman's sapphire blue eyes. She looked determined, behaved absolutely sovereign, but at the same time cautious. As if she was trying to stroke a wild animal.

he said calmly, and Catherine smiled. She lowered her head to look at her baby, and her eyes lit up in surprise. "He has the same eyes as his fathers. Green eyes," she said, happiness beaming in her voice. She loved the green eyes because her men had them, and seeing her baby with the same eye color made her feel like she was the luckiest woman in the world. She returned the baby to Alpha Darwin and stretched her hand toward Alpha Darin to see the baby too. Alpha Darin dropped the baby in her hand, and her eyes lit up again. "This... he has the same eyes as mine." Looking at her babies, she felt emotional. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and her heart was full of joy. "The two are so

He scowled with rage but his eyes soften when he saw me shivering with his fear, “Honey, nobody can touch you unless it’s me, my supremacy makes others shiver, who would wish their death” he suspected my face, his hand cupped my cheeks and thumbs caressed, “Look into my eyes kitten” why is he calling me a kitten? I didn’t dare to, “I demand your eyes up” his words involuntarily made my eyes catch his face, His grey eyes were glimmering in love along with curly eyelashes making it flawlessly warm, those eyes were completely hypnotizing me, beautiful they’re. Simply amazing.

Giving Theo the amazement and proudness in his eyes and heart. Cath had the light in her eyes and it began to solely brighten as their enemies took to not look at her eyeballs directly that something vile may happen to them and the aura that she gives off is off inhuman and all-consuming that it is that fiery and fierce it is the reason to stay away and the toughest of them didn't care as to the distance was no more than a hair and Cath has stricken him to the cold bare ground and blooded to the nude and skin.

I clutch my eyes shut, not wanting to see my worst fear. Meow "Please go away," I cry. I already feel tears in my eyes. Meow I slowly open my eyes, and a bloody scream escapes my mouth as my eyes meet the tall cat's golden ones. It's so close to my face, just observing me.

Through the haze, I glimpse Moren—pinned, a mountain lion’s claw hanging above her— Then an arrow slices clean through the mountain lion’s claw—sharp, precise. “Elka!” I breathe, eyes wide. I’d forgotten her completely. She must have hidden herself away in fear, silent as the mist. The mountain lion turns, fury rippling through its massive frame. Its eyes lock on her. One move. One swipe—and she’s done for. My heart drops like a stone. “No!” The word tears from my throat, raw and useless. And then, silence. Every cat freezes. All eyes turn. Caelora stands—slowly, impossibly. Her eyes blaze, bright as molten gold, and in them I see a thousand feline spirits staring back. Her first sync. The c

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Catherine rolled her eyes, but I saw her fighting a smile. “But she's been looking at me,” I raised a brow, feeling strangely self-conscious under the baby’s intense gaze. It was like I was an unwanted, confusing piece in her world that she was still trying to decide how to process or get rid of. Catherine lifted Esme and helped her stand on her thighs, still holding her securely in place. “Well, she just saw a man turn into a giant wolf and kill a bunch of vampires. In her eyes, she's probably wondering, how did I get the same eyes as someone this stupidly brave?” She nuzzled her nose into Esme's stomach, erupting yet another loud, joyful giggle that sounded even more blissful than the last