Cat's Eye Novels & Stories

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

It meowed angrily at her for interfering with its dinner, with its big round yellow eyes looking up, It was a cat. Grey fur, round face, and yellow eyes: a British shorthair. Was it a stray? Between the couch and the wall was a mess of fish bones, which she concluded to have come from the trash. ‘Poor kitty’. She lowered the gun, but it ran to the kitchen. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she pleaded. But it fled out of the window. In alarm, she noticed it was open. She didn’t remember leaving the window open. Every time she left, Danica made sure to shut all the windows except this evening, maybe, because she was so occupied with her disguise.

Yulia Kammal was seen patting her forehead. Miss Kitty was seen throwing her eyesight outside the window of her house. Subsequently, she was seen diverting back her eyesight towards Mrs. Yulia Kammal. Suddenly, she muttered,

As the students continued taunt June, a white cat with three circles on its forehead watched from the window outside while standing on a tree branch. “My peer little girls,” said the cat, before it teleported in a puff of smoke.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

Somehow they were erotic, too, more so than kinky stiletto heels. His gaze leapt back to her fascinating face as she came nearer. A slight dimple in her chin, a sultry full-lipped mouth, straight nose, angled cheekbones that highlighted the unusual shape of her eyes, more triangular than almond, amber irises, glinting golden between their black frame of thick lashes. Cat's eyes, he thought, but they didn't conjure up the image of some tame domestic cat, more an infinitely dangerous panther, capable of clawing him apart.

It was almost noon when Catherine arrived at Cameron’s mansion. She rang the bell. She knew she had to be patient since Cameron didn’t have a household staff. Catherine had decided to take Chelsea’s advice. It was best not to let the ‘incident’ linger between them. Best to talk about it and then let it go. The door opened and Catherine was stunned. “Your eye,” she breathed as her hand flew to her chest. Cameron’s left eye was swollen shut. He gave her a little smile. “It looks worse than what it is. Please, come in.”

"Don't be reckless. They might not even find us. If you run out there, you die. It's the apocalypse—we play it safe. We have to." The system had awakened them. They could understand me. They could follow commands. Didn't matter. The two cats locked eyes—then blasted off me like cannonballs. "Don't!" I'd raised them myself. I couldn't watch them get ripped apart. Clutching Snowy, I hit the floor, covered my ears, squeezed my eyes shut. They were just two cats. There shouldn't have been that much noise.

“My little kitty, are you driving a sports car or an Ox Cart? Why so slow, Baby?” Evan taunted while looking at his little kitty who is trying her best to control speed within safe range. She forgot the fact that she is in the city of crime. Xarxe belongs to him. He is the rule here. Nothing can restrict her here except…