Chainsawman Cat Novels & Stories

His horse was grunting frantically and he tried to calm it as best he could. “You followers of the Cursed never had enough to inflict suffering on others!” Rio hissed sharply. “For whatever's in this world, step aside!” Someone chuckled and scoffed, “Or what, coward?” The big man took another step forward, looking like the leader of the gang. The man stuck his left hand into his trouser pocket, while his right hand reached out as if he wanted to ask something. “We know you knew something, you INDICENT shit,” said the man again. His voice was still as cold as the death. “Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.”

one young man smarted off to Little Bob. “Cat, would you like to handle this one?” Little Bob asked calmly. “It would be my pleasure,” Cat answered with equal calmness. “Please call me Cat. I have bachelor’s degrees in biology, criminal justice, and forensics, and a master’s in forensics. I am highly trained in martial arts, and I am fluent in six languages. If you would like me to prove any of this, please be my guest,” Cat said sweetly to the young man.

“Because I was being followed and my car was rammed off the road.” “And do you know who did that?” “No.” “But when you woke after the crash where were you?” “In a room chained to a bed.” “And who was there?” “No one at first but then Dan walked into the room.” “So, Mr. Smithe was the one holding you captive?” “Yes.” “And at any point during that time, did you do anything willingly.” “No, I didn’t want any of it. I was repulsed by him the whole time.” “LIAR!” Dan stood up and charged at the box. “You fucked me like there was no tomorrow and you loved it.”

He's teetering on the edge of his human and his wolf form. 'Mate,' Chad's guttural claim echoes around the walls. He howls loudly this time. 'Mate!' The chains snap off from arms and legs, and he lunges at me, grabbing me by the waist with one arm while he grabs me by the hair, tilting my head back and sinking his teeth on my neck angrily, possessively. I scream at the painful invasion as he tightens his grip and sinks his teeth fully.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

The nasty being finished grinding off the bones as well as the flesh, the sound like a soothing balm to my bruised ego. She starts screaming for more. "That's enough for today, but just pray the next victim comes soon" I tell the hyena and just as obedient as everyone is to my words, she went back into her cage and sits down. See, even the animals know who to mess with. My mind went back to that misery of a creature. My cousin's wife. "Welcome to the family, you are sure gonna love your stay here as I would make everyday more than hell to you" I promised, crushing the liquor glass in my hand and a few strands cut through my hands but I don't give a fuck about it.

There would be no repeat of his hands on me or in me. A nasty growl had my head snapping up to the ring. Mason had been wounded, the smell of his blood permeating the air. His opponent had partially shifted and managed to claw Mason’s shoulder. The deep angry red lines oozed blood. Like a wild cat, Mason growled. His chest puffed out and his frame became larger with anger. A warrior by the name of Simeon. A large werecat who got a lucky scratch in suddenly began shaking as Mason stalked toward him. The warrior shifted into a large honey-colored cougar snarling and growling. Suddenly Mason leaped toward the warrior, shifting midair. I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a larg

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.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

While still pondering, the Chinchilla cat in her arms suddenly growled fiercely and then jumped down from her embrace, positioning itself protectively in front of Emily. "Kitten, come back quickly!" Emily wanted to hold the kitten again, but she saw the man snort and laugh, saying: "Don't rush to save it. It may be more formidable than you think. How amusing. You didn't even notice you were carrying a cat. But... Kitten, are you sure you can defeat me? Protect her? Your owner shouldn't underestimate me."