Cat Woman Novels & Stories

“Go get them, Kanda.” “And who is this?” Victor asks, looking at Kanda. “A friend and an amazing fighter. She’s a werecat and part of our pack now.” “A…were…cat?” he asks, unsure of what he’s saying. “Yeah, they’re real.” Kanda chuckles and leaves the room accompanied by some of the pack members so she’s not mistaken for an enemy. I immediately hug Colt again, melting into his arms and feeling the safety he always gives me. I close my eyes as his arms engulf me, and I almost fall asleep right there.

To switch places with me. But when I stand before the King and express my concern, the response I get from him shocks the life out of me. ******* Caterina's POV I may have grabbed the commander's attention during the physical tests due to my small stature, but luckily for me, we don't have enough time. The commander, who happens to be my mate (or should I say ex mate) is more focused on getting his wolves in order and being ready for when the enemy attacks as opposed to remembering when he ever admitted such a tiny looking boy into his army.

She held her breath slightly, sensing something unusual, very dangerous and threatening, especially when Pandora imagined Aquela acting recklessly. The woman was surrounded by Kingston's pets. Cats—big cats of every different breed. Calculating cats. Fierce cats. The most striking was the cheetah, because it was the only cat Pandora had ever encountered in person. The rest were far enough away that they were somehow free to roam, leaving Aquela helpless there—sitting with her legs curled up, hugging herself, and burying her face between her knees. It looked like Aquela had fallen down, unable to do anything but scream in a voice that was now muffled.

They were intimidated by strong females. “That’s impressive,” one of the other cats said. He was the cheetah, I thought, and a little too skinny for my taste in men. Not that skinny men weren’t attractive—I was just a tall, muscular woman, and didn’t feel very feminine next to a skinny guy. “How did you get into that?”

Hugo and Luca went instantly stiff by her side and Caterina felt a hot rage pouring down her veins. “I don’t think he will change his track record. He will get bored of her and then his pet dog will get his fill and then she will flaunt her bags all over the social media for a while before they both throw her out”. Caterina held both of their hands under the table, listening to whatever shit whoever was saying. “Don’t you remember that bitch? She felt herself as the mafia princess but she was on road before she could blink her eyes and don’t worry this bitch isn’t any different”. Caterina heard another snicker and scoffed before she turned face the woman who was saying all this.

"I'm going for the dominatrix look. Have I managed it?" Truth be told everything about the woman sitting on his desk was decidedly lethal. She moved with an unchecked feline grace which screamed to the world that she was dangerous. Her boots were a part of her human arsenal. She would use them as a deadly weapon if need be. Other Weres would take one scent of her, one quick glance and they would know instantly that she was a Werecat. They wouldn't know what kind of cat she was but he did because he had seen her in animal form. Her panther was impressive, midnight black, all honed sleek muscles that could rip prey apart effortlessly. He had watched her do it before.

This cat hadn't just been surviving the winter; it had been actively apex-hunting the giant rodents and apex-predating anything else that dared enter its territory. The fifty-pound feline lowered its chest against the counter, its long, thick tail twitching slowly as its yellow eyes shifted from Will to the sharp edge of Joanna's hatchet. It let out a deep, rumbling purr that sounded more like an idling motorcycle engine than a house pet. "Don't move a muscle, Will," Joanna whispered, her eyes locked onto the massive feline. "Come slowly by me." Will swallowed hard, his face pale under his scarf. He took one incredibly cautious, agonizingly slow step backward. Then another.

I wiped blood from my split lip with the back of my hand and spat red onto the ground. “Last chance,” Selene said, fists clenched at her sides. “Who the hell are you?” I stopped moving. The fight drained out of my shoulders for one heartbeat, then the next. The bond under my ribs pulsed hot and angry, like it knew what was coming. I lifted my chin and looked her dead in the eye, every muscle coiled tight. “I’m not just any Catherine.” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Then who?” “I'm Catherine The Viper. Queen of the fucking rogues.”

She said. "You got two things wrong Annabel, one, Camilla and I are no longer together in fact I have broken our mate demon bond, now she is as free as you are. And the second one, I am a full member of this family now, Elena is my Shadow Chaser mate and if you harm a single hair from her body ..." Demon stopped and moved closer to her and did the unthinkable, he hugged her very close to his body and whispered into her ears. "I will destroy you."

I said, "Shut up, bratty princess. You don't know what you're talking about. Don't you even think about the others here? Do you really think you can handle us?" the woman with green curly hair said and she had an eye patch on her left eye. She looks weird because she looks like a cat. She has cat ears and she also has cat eyes. She also has long nails and a tail on her back. The only lacking missing for her to be actually looks like a cat is just furs and whiskers. This woman was conceived on a cat. "Why don't we try to find out?" I asked angrily as they clenched their fists and grinned at what I said.