Cataclysm Cat Noir Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 74 CASSIAN'S POV You would think that the explosion would be enough to keep Nova down. Who am I kidding? She barely glances at me as she starts running towards the facility. Towards the same place that practically blows up in her face. Of course, she isn't normal. “Stay close!” She yells, turning around to look at me. I feel my wolf roll his eyes at the amount of energy that she has. But that doesn't stop the both of us from running right after her.

The monster lapped up her screams, pleas, and pain like a cat with milk until she was gone, but it was still hungry. The deabru wanted more pain, more pleas, and more screams. It turned, ready to hunt down another victim, and faced Dannie. A malicious grin spread on bloodied lips. “No,” she screamed at it. “No, no, no!” Dannie closed her eyes and covered her ears. She wouldn’t see more. She refused. Dannie kept chanting, “No, no, no,” as she fell to her knees, but instead of pavement, they hit tile. Bile tasted sour on Dannie’s tongue and she didn’t dare open her eyes.

Nekomata Nekomata or cat of darkness, is a creature in Japanese mythology, is a creature that is able to control death, and has black power, in the myth of war the nine gods of Nekomata have a symbol of darkness, in the story Nekomata is a cat with two black angel wings and two tails, and is able to change being human. Nekomata is traditionally told as a cat that evolved from revenge because of the torture of its owner. 44. Basilisk

“I know… and I know I shouldn't have nosed around. I’m, sorry for meddling. But I am not sorry for thinking that what I did was right.” “You have a big heart, Cataleia.” He said before turning his heel too. “Beware. It might become your downfall. In this Territory… those who have the biggest hearts… become the sweetest prey. At some point in time… everyone, even a cub, have thrown their hearts to face the reality.” “Our worlds were never alike.” He continued before leaving her alone. _________________ Cataleia found herself alone again after the Nyths have completely ignored her. Roaming in the night streets of the Blackwater’s base, she sat on a bridge while the town bustled behind her.

I could feel her fighting behind me—the shift of her weight, the sharp exhalation each time her steel found flesh. We weren’t allies. We were just two predators who suddenly shared the same pack of wolves at our throats. One of the masked fuckers locked eyes on her through the slits of his mask. He froze for half a second in the middle of the carnage. Then the words tore out of him, raw and almost reverent, loud enough to cut through the steel and the dying. “The Black Legacy is alive.” I could feel Catherine’s whole body lock. I heard it and it was clear as the rain was hammering on the stones.

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.

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.