Catty Noir Pharaoh Novels & Stories

A funeral pyre in a strange little town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. “Well, well, well, as I live and breathe,” a deep voice thunders through the dining hall. “If it isn’t the billionaire Lycan King Noah Roarke himself. Darling of the tabloids, the most eligible bachelor in-” the Lycan Alpha stops, sniffs the air -“aaaah,” he sighs. “The king mated. I just heard a million hearts break.” Laughing softly, Noah gets up from his seat and approaches the massive Lycan. He’s draped in furs, and has long, blonde hair that’s braided along the sides of his head. His long beard is braided in the same intricate style as his hair.

Catarina said enticingly, her voice black chocolate. Rose wobbled as she stood. She noticed the Philippine Eagle carved in gold on Catarina's swordstick. "It's an honor. I didn't expect to meet Aswang on my field trip, much less their Queen. So, Catarina… will you eat me?" Catarina winked: "Indubitably. I'm a bloodsucker, aren't I?"

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

Never in her life had she been attracted to someone's voice like this before. "It's not just a pet," The King mused. "What is it then? You know how much we hate humans!" The blond guy said rather coldly, glaring at his father. "This girl here is a trial for you both," The King proclaimed. "Let's drop the riddles, father." The Black haired guy said in a low tone as if he was threatening his father, his sharp eyes held a calm savagery in them. "Draco, my son." The King gushed with the proudest smile while looking at the black-haired guy.

Together, they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, their spirits entwined with the ancient tales of bravery and adventure that echoed through the ages. As the golden sun sank beneath the horizon, painting the sky with hues of crimson and violet, Prince Edon and his valiant companions stood poised at the precipice of triumph. Before them, the legendary snow werecat prowled with feral grace, its eyes gleaming with primal wisdom. This elusive creature, whispered of in ancient tales, had long been a symbol of untamed power and unmatched prowess. The creature, spotted moving into the forbidden forest.

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

On each side sat not statues of sphinxes—as he’d seen in his textbooks as a child—but terrible statues of the thing lumbering behind him, an abominable two-legged horror with twining tentacles for arms and a serpentine head with no eyes but a gaping, fanged mouth. In the center of the room shimmered a pool of water, which bubbled quietly. As Norman stared, the pool rippled outward from its center. Something rose from it. Not the serpent-headed horror depicted by the statues on either side of the golden throne, but a man. Or something that looked like a man. An Egyptian pharaoh wearing a high, glittering headdress and a curiously blank but cruel countenance, with a hard mouth, square jaw and

The drive to the main office is a long one. .... "Louis told me that you lost the seal" Mistress Noir says, her gaze unwavering. I lower my gaze as I await her bombshell scolding. Mistress Noir as she is popularly called, is my boss of three centuries. She is a loud red head with claw-like nails that are always painted red. Her lips are colored with black lipstick and have always been that way. Her temper is outrageous. "I apologise. It was not my intention to lose the seal" I say and she slams a palm on the desk. I don't flinch because I've gotten used to this act of hers.