Chainsawman Cat Novels & Stories

It was low to the ground, pressed against the wall with its tail slowly swishing back and forth as it glared at me. "Why are you being so stubborn?!" I yell, throwing the whip on the ground angrily. It's long tendrils smack against the panther's face on the way down. I flinch when I feel blood splattering across my face again. Guilt flashes through me, and I collapse onto the ground. "Why won't you let me see her?" My back is turned to the panther, my head hung. "DAMNIT!" I grab hold of the whip again, turning around and lashing it towards the panther in an angry fit. Anger flows through me at the defiant scowl on the cat's face as the leather cracks across its front, leaving an angry mark o

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

I long for a reprieve, a haven of serenity where I might find refuge. The injured cat approached me with caution, its eyes reflecting the anguish and vulnerability it had experienced. My heart went out to the unfortunate cat, its wounds a chilling reminder of the violence that prevailed in this world. Xavier's words pierced the darkness, jolting me back to consciousness. "Gwen? Where have you gone?" He yelled, his tone tinged with an odd blend of power and worry. The injured cat raced over to a younger version of Xavier, seeking solace. He placed a blanket on the ground, revealing that Xavier was the feline companion's owner. The cat's scars betrayed the violence he was capable of, making me

He used his claws to scratch the opponent's chest. Ezra repeatedly scratched, disorienting the opponent, and then threw himself on top of him. Ezra won with sharp, clawed front paws resting on his opponent's black fur. "We're even." The leader of the assassin group stood up, shook his black fur gently to brush away the dust on his body, and spoke. "Winning is winning." Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant.

Although he wanted to eat the meat in a human way, his paws are dirty so he can only eat the meat using his mouth, it turns out eating this way is very easy. The man look at the kitten before him with a deep look, then he felt a gaze on his table. Looking far ahead, his eyes meet a piercing gaze. His eyes suddenly narrowed, as a smile curve into his lips. Suddenly feeling a danger, little kitty Caden, raise his head, his mouth and nose had sauce on them.

Under a pair of green and narrow eyes, the most striking features were those two long fangs that were the size of an adult's middle finger. Even though the part below Caspian's abdomen was swallowed by the swamp as he struggled before, the Scented Phantom Cat still did not rush forward, and it circled Caspian from a distance. Its claws that were sharp like knives stroked rhythmically on the ground. In that instant, there were shocking traces around Caspian as if a sharp blade cut them.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

Without saying a word, she turned her back on it and called Muning. Her cat quickly approached her and she immediately loaded it but Kate pulled her hair and pulled her out. She angrily faced it and pulled it out when she released her cat. Petite if petite but ‘Pinays don’t just lose! She rubbed its face and because the claws of the pest woman in front of her were long, her face was injured. The two wrestled on the floor and she rode it. She was so annoyed and gripped, she nodded her head. She closes her eyes to what she did and pulls her hair again. Animals! Why is her hair so long? She overpowered her and slapped her but she did not oppress her, she also slapped the woman and punched her i

Desmond sat in his wheelchair, Chunky the cat curled in his lap. "This cat keeps trying to stow away on your ship," Des stated, smiling, but sadness present in his eyes. Chunky eyed Thane immediately, hopping off of Desmond's lap to curl around Thane's legs. Thane crouched down, scooping up the massive feline and scratching under his chin. "I'll miss you too, big guy," Thane murmured, barely audible over the cat's purring. "What am I, chopped liver?" Desmond joked. Thane put the cat down, dipping at the waist to embrace his childhood friend. "Come on, Des. You know I'll miss you."