Cat Starfire Novels & Stories

Emma’s POV Smith is really a scary guy, I thought. He knew what he was doing, all of us were just pawns in his chessboard. He knew about Kate and all, yet he made use of her situation. Kate’s POV “Smith is beyond evil.” Now that I think of it, he met me when I was still a teenager. Having been through various foster homes, I was returned back to an orphanage when I was 14 years. Later, I finished high school and decided to leave the orphanage.

I heard my father said I followed him out into the wood, my wolf is still sad so she just stood still and continue to stare all around, she wants her mate like I do also but he is not ours again, he mark someone else "Rose, if you don't want to go on a run, shift back so you can rest" my father said, he is the former beta before my brother, they both can feel my pain cause I was their Luna " am not Rose, am her wolf sky" "Oh Sky, you have to shift back, your fur is white and it can bring trouble if people see you like this"

She could feel the being's frustration with her, but Charlotte was stubborn, and once she decided something, her course was set come hell or high water. "Cut it out!" The voice warned as she tried to pinch herself with her claws-wait, claws? "Oh, I've had enough of this nonsense." The presence declared, and Charlotte felt an intense pressure inside her skull, heralding the arrival of something massive. Then the battles truly began. 3. Titan was no stranger to dreamscape. As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight.

I say, taking a drag on my cigarette as I lean back in his office chair. He doesn’t seem bothered. “I just heard Kat’s skipping the blood moon. She’s a good girl and she’s smart.” I cock a brow. “Yeah and clearly you fucking ain't.” Did he really think she’s skipping because she’s not ready to find her mate? In the short time I’ve known her, I instantly picked up on her infatuation with the Fuego De Seniza kid. It’s the only reason she’s gone into bionic engineering and the determination she has to make the perfect, most realistic prosthetic is fucking intense.

before Spark roared inside me and forced the shift. I couldn’t stop him. My massive black wolf stood there, growling, fury pouring out of him like smoke. The girl ran—screaming—straight out of my room. Probably out of the damn house too. I smirked at the memory. Yeah. She ran like her life depended on it. And Spark? He strutted around in my room, all arrogant and possessive while I pouted in one corner of his head. Not her, he had growled before the shift. Our mate is Catherine.

Old Man Qin also warned the black fire tiger to exercise self-control; otherwise, it would be locked in a cage for half a year. Grooooaaarrrrr… The black fire tiger gazed at Xiao Chen with hopeful eyes; it was very eager to eat, and Xiao Chen’s cooking always made it extremely happy when it ate it. Xiao Chen, who was up in the tree, noticed the black fire tiger’s behavior resembled that of a cat begging for food, reminding him of his pet from his previous life. Now he didn’t know what had become of that cat. If only he had known about its death back then, Xiao Chen might have been able to prepare something for the cat’s life.

she shifts into her beautiful Lycan and howls loudly and Hunter in turn responds to his mate as does our people and in no time she takes off. She tears through the creatures like they are nothing, making her way to the hell fire and I follow after her ensuring nothing attacks her from behind, as we approach I see Tabitha who runs towards her “SALA! SALA!” so her Sala was Red all along, Piper stops just before her and allows Tabitha to hug her but their greetings was short lived. Piper picks Tabitha up and rolls away with her as another ball of fire comes shooting at us and once again explodes when it collides with the hellfire.

If she had lost control of her consciousness and been completely controlled by Sara, the consequences would be unimaginable. The room was silent. Kisa lay still on the couch, too afraid to move, because she could see Sara leaning against the bathroom door observing her. Her hands were resting on either side of her body, and her right hand held the candlestick. The dripping wax from the burning candle was hot on the back of her hand and the webbing, but she held it with no reaction. Suddenly, the sparks from the burning wick of the candle fell onto the couch. The couch was covered in genuine fur, which was highly flammable. As soon as the sparks landed on the couch, several strands of fur cau

She was injured, losing strength, she could feel the pain twinge, she knew dimly that she was losing blood and lots of it, enough that she should be close to incapacitated, her courage and strength rush again, she never felt this way before, but she was also never this close to death either. Catherine allowed herself to go wild, let the fire consumed her heart, and wash over the last willful part of her spirit that still battled for intention and restraint. With the predator unleashed, Catherine ripped into the creatures as if they were just like a piece of meat, using her fire she summons it as a sword, cutting the creatures in half in one fluid motion. She tore at them, blasted them, and p

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.