Chainsawman Cat Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

He was only wearing a boxer short. I swallowed my own saliva because of what I saw that moment. His boxer short was fitted so his pet is very scratched. Yes, it is VERY BIG. It was not hardened that time but it is already big so what if it's alive then? Damn it Cassandra! You are so obscene. "A-are you done?" I asked, still stuttering. "Yes," I felt goosebumps after hearing his voice. He is not only handsome rather his voice is. What is happening to me?

A golden energy escaped from the staff and entered the chair. The couch shook violently until a ball of light flew out of it, transforming into a ginger fur cat, with her stomach round, that it nearly seem to overshadow it's entire feature, but the sight was very cute, as it looked innocently at the oppressors, growling softly and attempting to move back, but it was difficult to move. The old man pointed his staff at her, making her moan in defeat and shutting her golden orbs to accept what's coming, but was shocked when her body began to grow in size and within a minute or so, instead of a ginger fur cat, an average looking teenager stood in its place.

“You’re barking at the wrong tree, mutt.” “Ohh, that’s not a nice word.” I rammed my fist into his jaw again. Roman stood in the corner of the room and groaned. “Talk Bowen. It’s late and we’re tired,” Roman said. “Yeah, I have a mate I need to get to.” “That stupid bitch,” Bowen barked. My wolf jumped to the edge of my skin and flashed in my eyes. He was chained to the chair. I dug my claws into his flesh, sinking my venom into his body. He cried out and cursed.

Garrick bucked violently, but the cat held firm, its claws digging deeper. Fueled by instinct and fury, Garrick rolled, slamming the cat beneath his bulk. The impact knocked it loose with a winded yowl. Before it could recover, Garrick turned and snapped his powerful jaws down on its hind leg, biting deep until he felt bone. The second cat came to its packmate’s aid, pouncing with a feral snarl. Garrick twisted at the last second, letting the cat overshoot its mark before he drove his fangs into its exposed throat. He shook his head violently, and with a crunch, the cat went limp.

Piers He watched, his face a cold, hard mask, reminiscent of his father, as the woman was hauled up, shackled, and her hands behind her back. Suitably restrained. He knew what a dangerous individual she was for he had gone through her bio. And he had no intention of letting her get away. As she was jerked roughly to the door, still in her T-shirt and shorts, her night clothes, the cat appeared. A large, aged tabby, who walked forward, tail in the air, an attitude of ownership in every fibre of its movement. Approaching her, it rubbed itself against her legs. She spoke then, in a throaty growl, her eyes, black marbles of anger, spearing him.

Axel's ears were vacant and filled with so much pain that his face was drained of colour. He had always been the stoic type, but with what had happened he couldn't hide the torment he was going through right now. Chase, on the other hand, was very furious. His eyes blazed with so much fury that his teeth made a sound as he gritted it. I could sense his rage coming off him. He was the first person to break the silence. "Whoever did this will pay dearly, and I will not rest until you're dead!" He cursed, gnashing his teeth.

He’s settling on the edge of the coffee table with a clear plastic box marked by the first aid symbol. “Yup. We’re besties now,” I mutter. “Don’t tell Malix. I’ll never live it down.” “Too late,” he grunts, cocking a thumb over his shoulder. I shift my head to look up at the doorway. The man in question stands leaning against the doorframe, a giant Cheshire cat grin on his face. “Oh, fuck off, puppy,” I snarl and close my eyes again. The cat purrs louder. God fucking dammit. Why is this my life?

The Sabertooth tilted its head, studying me as if deciding on its next move. Terror surged through me as I saw its massive fangs protruding from its closed mouth. With wobbly knees, I backed away slowly, my eyes fixed on the beast, my breathing uneven, and my teeth chattering. This cat was unlike anything I'd ever seen, larger than a lion and a tiger, with sharp claws and long, curved, razor-sharp fangs that frightened me the most. "This is all your fault, Ares!" I thought bitterly, still backing away.

There a man stood, black shirts and pants, eyes focused on the large animal on the table, knife passing through it like it was nothing. Who skins an animal with their bare hands? "Alpha Coal" Betty said, and the man turned to face them. Cat gulped at the sight of his well structured face. his eyes were a mix between blue and silver, and his hair. His hair was the lightest shade of blonde. Almost white. "An intruder? Kill her." Those were his only words. Cat felt her world crumbling. She was not expecting survival, But she did not think she would die just immediately.