Chainsawman Cat Novels & Stories

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Jain, but when he spun around, he saw it was Pakora—not a middle-aged man—who’d made him choke with fear. “Pakora.” He sighed and closed his shaking fingers around the key. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered, reaching down. Then he remembered the bite she’d given him. “Are you going to be nice this time?” The cat approached, ducking its head to receive strokes of affection, then did an abrupt change and sank its teeth into the soft spot between Jeff’s thumb and forefinger. Pain shot through the sensitive area, but instead of withdrawing, he left his hand in the cat’s mouth and squeezed. The cat shrieked, and Jeff twisted, snapping the creature’s neck in a fluid motion. Its jaw sla

I warned the white cat because she had messed up the photos of my parents on the floor during her maneuver and pushed her aside. Out of shock, or simply because she was having a lot of fun, she threw the mouse in a high arc and then rushed under the bed with a monkey tooth. Calm returned and there was only a forgotten mouse and two reflective eyes under the bed that watched me very closely - could still give me something to eat. Cherry was a white longhair cat that was quite small even for a female. It actually belonged to Reese's brother Niklas, but after his accident almost three years ago it had remained in our care.

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

I'm not falling for it. "How about I just get you a toothpick or some dental floss?" "A piece of wood or string isn't enough." He said with a frown. "A toothpick should work." I told him. "A toothpick is for teeth... I have goddamn canines." He grumbled, opening his mouth and baring his teeth at me. My mouth dropped open at what I saw. His teeth were sharp and his two upper canines were ten times bigger than his other teeth. Those were the teeth of a big cat, like a lion or tiger. They were not human teeth.

one of the men laughed, wiping grease onto his jeans. “Put me down for five hundred on the cat,” another voice chimed in. “Though the wolf looks feisty.” “Just keep ’em pissed off. Pit isn’t ready yet.” A sharp pain exploded in her flank. Someone had jammed a stick through the bars, jabbing her ribs. Heather yelped, the sound involuntary, before her instincts took over. She spun, teeth bared, snapping her jaws inches from the man’s fingers. “Whoa! Watch it!” the man laughed, jumping back. “Nasty bitch, isn’t she?”

However, unlike Mane his flames weren’t sea blue, but crimson red. *Roar* The White Fox released a powerful roar that was no weaker than the effect of Mane’s voice. The Slender Cat who was to her side growled in a low voice before leaping at Mane with growing menace in its eyes. “Wait your turn,” Mane blasted out a fist covered entirely in fire and lighting towards the large panther in his way. The Slender Cat was mid air, but he still was capable of avoiding such a blow. He wouldn’t have the rights to call himself a cat if he didn’t.

Catherine still doesn’t know how to react to Chester if she should go along with his joke or be irritated. Catherine watched him leave and she saw a man standing outside the dance hall which Chester greeted with a bro hug but she couldn’t see his face and she didn’t know why she felt like that guy was familiar to her but she shrugged it off since she’s been encountering a lot of guys and they could be one of them.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"