Cataclysm Cat Noir Novels & Stories

Naomi takes her hand and together they use magic to cloud the lens, preventing it from recording us walking through the alley. Freya, in cat-form, trots back to us. There’s nothing in the building except for a bunch of dead rats and a headless body, just like we thought. “You know it’s only a matter of time before someone goes in there, right?” Kristy covers her nose with her hand. It smells like garbage in the alley. “Now that the glamour is worn off.” “I know.” I move over to the air vent and telekinetically yank it from the building. Stale air rushes out, smelling like piles of dead rats.

"Are you suggesting I’m playing with his scraps, Noah?" The word play hung in the air, clinical and cruel. Blake’s face twisted. He looked at the tea in his hand as if it were poison, his knuckles turning bone-white. He was an Alpha in his own right, but against Cole, he was a child. He couldn't challenge him here, not in front of the entire Ryder Council on the first day of the Solstice holiday. If he shifted now, the guards would put him down before he could draw a breath. "That’s a bit harsh, isn't it?" Noah pushed, his smile never reaching his eyes. "There are a thousand she-wolves in the West Coast. Why hunt in your nephew's old territory? Blake looks like he’s about to break my favorit

Cia follows me, standing next to my throne. She doesn't scream. She isn't resistant. She just goes along with it. Being able to manipulate humans it's so much more fun than trying it on a wolf. A human can be so gullible. Cia pours me a new glass of whiskey. Placing it on the table next to my seat. Grabbing my glass then taking a sip. Spinning the whiskey inside the glass staring at Crissy and Kia being dragged away. “There is nothing special about this girl. She is full of doubt and insecurities. Making her dislikable.” I lean back into my chair. Watching as the clouds roll in.

Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate. I was starving. It had been almost twenty four hours since I had last eaten. I had been running on fumes and adrenaline since then. Suddenly, A knock sounded at the door. I closed the book and placed it on the couch as I stood up to go see who it was. I was surprised to see Cain standing outside my door holding a large plate of steaming food, a fork and a bottle of water tucked under his arm. "I figured you hadn't eaten," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

He couldn't decide if it was part of the results of her treatment but Clancy wasn't unemotional, he was in fact the emotional creature he has ever discovered in the hidden world. "Wow!" He muttered silently and rose on his feet breathing heavily under his breath "I can't believe you just said that, I'm...I'm so pleased." He added. Catherine nodded her head negatively "You shouldn't be, you know what's going to happen if you release or replicate experiments like me into the world, there could be bloodbath." She explained. Lloyd tried to utter a word but he heard a noise above that caught their attentions. Catherine sensed what it was but couldn't describe what she deduced, it wasn't human nor

At the center of it all sits Celeste Valentina Morau—Dean of Storm Academy, Legendary Bloodwizard Vampire and Storm Queen of the Swarm War, deep crimson eyes scanning each page with centuries-old precision despite her youthful appearance. Today’s pile is from BludHeaven Academy in Santa Cruz. Every file has already been rubber-stamped by Principal Isolde Veyra—pre-approved, vetted, ready for her final signature. She knows the system: only the edge cases, the special ones, the potentially volatile ones make it to her desk. She flips through applications mechanically—stamp, sign, set aside—until one folder stops her cold. **Nico Black.** The photo clipped to the front is stark: pale skin, blac

The universe’s slow, inevitable march towards cold, dead silence, now manifesting as a creeping grey crack in the very soul of Jack Miller. “What does that mean, ‘spreading’?” Catherine’s voice was sharp as flaked obsidian, her fear sublimated into a demand for data. She was a CEO, a scientist. She dealt in facts, in variables, in solvable problems. This… this was an equation with no solution.

They were screaming, a psychic cacophony of lost identity and endless, gnawing need. We are the design! they wailed in her mind. We are the product! Feed us! Cattleya reached the base of the spire, her clothes torn, her silver skin glistening with the black ash of the dead. She grabbed the iron ladder leading to the roof and began to climb, the swarm following her like a tidal wave of shadow. She reached the top and tore through the glass, emerging into the biting, sub-zero air of the city. Below, Oakhaven was turning into a slaughterhouse. As the light of the moon hit the snow, she saw the vampires emerging from every doorway, every alley, their shadows stretching out like long, clawed fing