Catty Noir Pharaoh Novels & Stories

came the deep, controlled command. The maids left without another word, and the door slammed shut behind them. Silence fell then I turned my head slowly and saw him. Alpha Kael Vorthrane. He was tall, broad, perfectly imposing. The light reflected off the sharp lines of his face, highlighting a faint scar along his cheekbone that made him look all the more dangerous. His dark hair was swept back carelessly, as though the world itself bent around him and his cold, merciless eyes locked onto me as though he could see straight into my thoughts.

But I didn’t want to blow off his kindness or make him late, so I took the fastest shower of my life and met him out in the corridor. My eyebrows pulled together again when I saw him. “Alright, I’ll see you around. Bye.” The woman talking to him hurried off. Oryndor noticed the look on my face as I watched Kaelith Noctyra’s back. “What’s that look for?” He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. “That’s Kaelith Noctyra… representing Zephyros’s pack,” I said, still staring. I didn’t catch Oryndor tilting his head in confusion because I was too busy watching her. She glanced over her shoulder and gave me this subtle little smirk.

We were flying a helicopter to the private island owned by a female, people called her the ‘midnight madam’ and she offered services that were quite…unique, at least that was what Deon told me, I wondered if I could get information on the Goldcrest pack since she sells ‘ unique” goods that Deon hadn’t fully explained to me yet, “I’m just thinking” I answer to Deon who just smirks, “ you’re always thinking, come on, live a little! You are the biggest billionaire and respected Lycan king in the country, no one comes close to you if you’ve gained this manner of wealth I don’t think you should overthink so much” he says to me, but I just shake him off,

“She promised you the Eastern Kingdom. But still after that much power and long years of waiting, we’re still Kingdom-less and all. It bores me to death. And mind you — I’m already undead as you are. I doubt killing a brat that weak is hard. The fact that you gave her half of your power is rather amusing. She’s a Shaman who can’t even utilize a demon’s magic. Pathetic.” Kieran rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in exasperation. He wanted to snap back to his older brother. But chose silence and shut up knowing that Noir was only telling the truth. “Are you done?” Kieran asked, looking like he’s about to explode from second hand embarrassment and impatience.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

Right now, I have no clue what to do about him. My feline knows what she wants, I can feel her longing and confusion about why she hasn’t been claimed yet. I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos.

“I would like to show you if you come to my country. You will enjoy riding them.” “Thank you, sir,” Andry bowed. “Choose a horse, please.” He added, pointing at the five animals in front of him. “Mm. “ the king pretended to think and stared at the golden-haired male, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. “I would like you to choose one for me. The best one.” “The best?” Andry smiled. “This one,” He did not hesitate to point at a gorgeous black horse. “It is a purebred Arabic, her name is Scarlett. She is a female.”

"Now what am I going to do today?'' Catori asked herself. She didn't remember where to go and barely knew her left from right in this new place. Catori got up, dumped the rest of her food, then stepped out into the long hallway. After walking around for a while, Catori came to a set of staircase. Instead of turning around, she continued along to the second floor. While walking, Catori felt a dreadful feeling setting in her chest, not because the place was more open than the rest of the Palace but there was another feeling. As if something bad was about to happen. Catori found herself down another set of stairs that led to the air garden. But she wasn't interested with there. Finally, she cam

I execute clean hits and leave the scene until the next task is called. This was independent work. I technically had no affiliation with them and had not left it. I pretend not to understand when Sander curses at me in Russian. "What have you been doing? Raven enquires. With his nearly flawless American accent, Pharaoh says, "We searched a long time for you. He and Thorn have been silent since they don't want to offend Nathan. Sander is the cretin who doesn't give a damn about anyone. I say calmly, "I went on a discovery journey.

Yet another piece in this monstrosity of a fucking puzzle. A friend in need will soon come asking for help. Say yes. I knew an oracle’s words when I saw them, but who the hell would’ve left that note? We checked the records. There were only a handful of wolves in this pack with that ability, and none lived in town. None were even affiliated with the Order or the Eye. “Hakeem’s right, you need some rest. A shower too while you’re at it. You’re no good to her dead on your feet.”