Cat Starfire Novels & Stories

A vision of my beautiful fiance flitters through my mind as she stands before me, her eyes shining with love, her hair pinned up and blossoming with roses and baby’s breath, large yellow diamonds hanging from each ear as she leans up to kiss me in a shining dress of white and gold. “I love you, Reginald Harrison Carter,” she smiles warmly, the sunshine glowing in her hair. “With all of my heart.” “I’m sorry Kate,” I wheeze as my heavy body struggles to take its next breath. [Katelyn] "EAGLE 2 has gone silent, Ma'am" my operative spoke up from the bowl, an unnecessary confirmation of my nightmare as the camera footage from inside and outside the van showed the raging fire ball that roared tow

(Nathan’s POV): He didn’t make a habit of taking strangers home. Nathan Carter lived his life with rules. Discipline. Control. Everything about his company, his reputation, his image—it was calculated. But something about her had shattered that control the moment she walked into the hotel bar. She looked like heartbreak wrapped in a dress. A storm he shouldn’t touch. But he did. He didn’t know her name. Didn’t need to. There was pain in her eyes, anger too. The kind he understood. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to forget.

“Atra Vurien,” Light exploded. The force of it slammed me backwards. The chamber around us shattered like glass. The silver obsidian cracked. Screamed. Folded in on itself. She screamed too. It wasn’t pain. It was terror. The light consumed her. And the last thing I saw was her body disintegrating into starfire. One spark at a time. Erased from existence. No god would bring her back. And then the world collapsed. I felt myself falling—not physically, but across some impossible rift, like gravity had been rewritten.

How had this happened? He actually knew the answer to that question. He knew Cat had started the fire. She had to be the one behind it. No one else was that angry at Bree. He knew that Zach had talked to the police and told them that he thought that Cat was behind it, and they were looking into it. They’d found out she’d been able to post bond pretty quickly and was actually out at the time the fire was set--and it was definitely set. The fire department was calling it arson. He hoped Cat would be charged with multiple counts of attempted murder and get locked up for so long she’d never see the light of day again. Clearly, she had something very wrong with her.

She blinked back a few tears and nodded. He pushed all else from his mind, focusing on saving more lives, and took off at a trot for the entrance to Great Olympian Hall. But just as he was set to ascend the main steps, a dazzling and terrifying display of light filled the sky. He stepped back to better grasp the spectacle and his mouth dropped. A moving, convulsing snake-like fire had shot straight into the sky as if it were a tornado in reverse. Only this was no natural phenomenon. James’s chest clenched with despair because he knew of only one person or entity capable of creating the devastating fire: Oliver Burton.

"It's simple. I merely want justice. Mr. Watch, I hope you'll investigate everything that happened at the bank today. Spare the innocent, and make sure those who harm your interest pay the price." Felix's gaze swept over Chester and the rest. Chester immediately trembled in fear. "Sure, I'll grant your request. Bring in the best equipment immediately so Spencer here can track the thieves!" I sat down at the workstation and resumed tracking the thieves' location. Their firewall was stronger than before, so it took me some time to break through. Seeing no code appear on the screen, Chester sneered. "Can you recover the money or not? Don't drag all of us down with you. If anything goes wrong, y

When Catherine got close, Maya grabbed her wrist. The blue fire in Maya’s veins poured into Catherine. There were no teeth or claws—just a blast of energy. Catherine screamed. Her skin turned a sick, glowing yellow. The remote control tumbled from her hand, shattering on the concrete. “It’s too much… too much!” Catherine gasped, her whole body shaking. Maya let go. Catherine dropped to the ground, her eyes rolling back. She wasn’t dead, but something inside her had burned out. She just lay there, whispering the names of people who weren’t there.

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

Declan was taking cover, returning fire, shouting orders to my men. And then something crashed through the ceiling. A figure in black dropped through the ventilation grate like an avenging angel. Cat. It was Cat, and she was moving like pure violence—graceful, deadly, efficient. She fired two more darts from her gun, and two more men went down. She'd barely touched the ground before she was moving toward me, pulling me up from the chair. "We have to go," she said urgently. "Cat—" "No time. Come on."

I knew of Josh. I knew Josh was a shifter but didn’t exactly know what his animal truly was. If the C^ierna was anything to go by then I would have to assume that we were looking at a black bear, black panther, or possibly any sort of large animal. But the word pride suggested that of a feline persuasion. My wolf Flynn loved cats, by that I mean he loves to play with them and eat them. When Salena first moved in she had brought her little tabby cat with her. During a rather tiresome night, Flynn had forced a shift in the packhorse and ended up chasing the poor tabby all over the house. The cat climbed the curtain and was later found on top of the book shelf in the library. Flynn is now no lo