Chainsawman Cat Novels & Stories

Cat demolished her sandwich faster than I did and was already halfway through the cheese fries before I'd finished mine. "You weren't kidding about being able to pack away food," I said. "Told you." She grinned, stealing one of my onion rings. "I burn a lot of calories. Training, fighting, killing people who try to murder my husband. It's hard work." "My hero." "Damn right." She reached for the milkshake, and I watched as she took a long sip, her eyes closing in obvious pleasure. Something tightened in my chest. I was in so much trouble. CATARINA

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?

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.

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.

She tried to sound incredulous, “What, you don’t have many panthers in these parts?” The man grinned back, one tooth was chipped and Katalea bet it had happened in the skirmishes with the vampires. It made him look a little boyish, but Katalea had seen him fighting, she knew better. ”We actually are here with Beecher,” Katalea inclined her head to where Beecher now stood raking his hands through his hair.

The day the Sterling family came to honor an old marriage agreement, my adopted younger sister suddenly confessed. "I used Sophie's photo to date a scholarship kid online. He's coming here today to propose, and someone that low is the kind of person I deserve. "Mom, Dad, I don't deserve the Sterling marriage. Send me away." Her eyes swam with tears. She looked stubborn and self-sacrificing, the perfect brave little martyr. My parents, who'd always favored Ava, made their decision immediately. They pointed at me, standing off to the side, watching the whole performance. "Ava grew up with us. She understands our world better than you do. She's the one who should marry into the Sterling fa

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.

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.