Catwoman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, things didn't turn out the way I was expecting it to be. “Alpha, I can explain.” Drake stood up abruptly when Catherine suddenly grabbed his arm, forcing him to sit back down on the wooden bench at the spot right beside her. I grinned. “You don’t have to explain anything to him, Drake. We didn't do nothing wrong.” Catherine said bravely and she glared at Damien afterwards. This woman may act all bold and unyielding, but I knew she wouldn’t stand a chance once I carry out my plan to turn myself into a werewolf.

“I'm fine, Cath. Anyway, what were you doing here? I thought you went out of the pack?” “Ah, yes. I actually went home last night, so earlier, after the breakfast I decided to go sweating.” She fanned herself through her hands, pretending she was feeling hot. She purposely bared her breast and neck to him. F*ck! I want to punch her smug face! “I see. Very well, we'll take our leave now. I promised Katia to show her my wolf.” He smiled kindly and held my hands. Intertwining our fingers again. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it in front of her.

At that time he was contemplating on whether or not to finish her off since she was yet to turn in to a feral and he loved her very much so. Cath was in awe of Chloe on how easily she can revert into a Luna Ishtar with no assistance or emotion to activate it. She wasn’t envious but all she felt was pride of her friend being able to defend herself on whenever it is convenient and needed. Meanwhile she herself can’t do it it frustrating enough. The jealousy gets to her and she starts hating herself for it. Cath remembers Feral Ruelle and the scene in where she is with tears clouding with memories as her speech but she chooses to be evil and kill Theo’s imprinted mate, Cathwulf Ulria

Catherine said "You are evil. How could you say you never cared about my father? He is your destined mate," I said, and she laughed. "No, he isn't," Catherine said, which shocked me. Her claws started to extend, and she pushed them through my chest and pulled out my heart. I fell to the ground, and all I saw was blackness.

Nick sneered with a disgusted expression. Troy strongly agreed. "Yes, women are vicious. I really regret being with my current mate. My former mate was so nice and not greedy at all. She was gentle and considerate. Elena, on the other hand, is like a vampire, sucking up all my money. I regret being with her." As if talking about sad things, Troy burst out crying. "Was Catherine brought up by your former mate?" Nick suddenly asked out of curiosity. Troy wiped his tears. "Yes, she can't have children. So, she treated Catherine like her own and loved her very much. Catherine looked like her, sensible and gentle. Now, she has changed and become a strange person to me."

Mansi is from new money while Rachel is a poor girl on scholarship, she became a maid for Kisa, guess that's how they formed their little group. "Did you do this, Kisa? Did you break in my locker and plant a paint bucket inside? What did I do to you? I've never crossed your path!" Catherine said, her voice quivering. The paint made her body sticky. She felt dirty, how on earth was she going to wash the paint off her? "Stay away from Ace, I'm warning you, the next time won't be a paint but a bucket of acid." Kisa deadpanned, Catherine stared at her as if she didn't hear what the other girl said.

I can't believe I was going to make her alpha female. "Babe, now that bitch is gone, we should continue what we started from the other day," she said suggestively. It's too bad werewolves heal so fast cause then she wouldn't be able to do anything. I growled. She just chuckled and climbed onto my desk. Cato was getting pissed. He doesn't want this skank near us. I tried pushing her off my desk, but she apparently thought I was trying to tease her. "Oh baby I knew you liked a little tease, but damn this is fun," she whispered into my ear.

Tawnie grabbed Katarina’s neck, easily lifting her off the ground. “You’re a bad kitty,” she purred. “And after I eat that little rat, who’s trying to hide from me in my own tunnels,”—she called out loudly, making sure said rat would hear her—“I will be taking a pound or two of flesh from your little mate. I lost my mate, and now you will too. But it will be done slowly. I want you to watch as I take piece after piece from him until he welcomes death like an old friend. Maybe then you will do your job!”

No doubt, no guild, no hopelessness, no shit. Don’t give up, when you can give in to me. Don't let her ruin our perfect symbiosis. A pained moan escapes my lips as my human brain pulls up a picture of her. Cathwulf. My Cat, my mate. The wolf howls a painful howl, he wants to run free to get rid of the images plaguing him. Fuck ! I can’t do it any longer, not like this. But the damn wolf is relentless. It turns my body around and I reluctantly have to see my legs seek back to the beach.

I catch sight of the most unusual colored wolf ever. Silver coated. A match to my good coat. It's to slow down my wolf so as not to spook her but he ignores me and just runs straight into her, knocking her over. To my surprise, the will gets back on her feet and growls. At me. An Alpha. This is interesting. CATHERINE. "Are you trying to kill me?" I scream internally at my wolf. "He knocked us over," she snarls. I am put aback by her response. Not specifically at the words but at the tone underneath the anger.