Chainsawman Cat Novels & Stories

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

Plus, he wouldn’t take pleasure in ending the life of a werecat. The cat slammed back against the wall, trying to throw him off. It stunned Stefan momentarily. He grabbed around its neck, bit down on the closest ear. The cat howled and dropped to one knee. Stefan did not relent. The cat threw himself back hard and dramatically one last time. Its efforts were futile. Lack of oxygen depleted its life energy. After a few more moments of cutting off the cat’s air with his arm, Stefan was holding an unconscious and shrinking enemy. He tied it up. The ropes would be loose by the time it regained its humanoid form. But it would at least slow him down.

He sure as hell looked more intimidating than most, but somehow he was rather gentle. "I have a cat. Her name is Mittens. She was a stray and I took her in after I left my pack. I could relate, you know?" Carlton explained and moved closer to the wound again. I shut my eyes as he pressed the tip of the prongs in. Metal slipped in my blood, looking for the bullet that might leave me cripple. "She is ginger and black with white patches all along her body. I built her a cat play house before I came here. Some of my friends said they would look after her. I miss that girl every damn day," he admitted.

Shameless! "Meow, meow—!" The little cute cat suddenly let out a cry of excitement, and with claws he caught something in black from the light mass. The crowd's eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, there's something in it. It was got by this animal. Wahahaha, Ding Hao, you're not fuck as good as a fucking cat." The cynical man always had such a cheap mouth and he started to hate without hesitation. What kind of trouble are you making? Haven't you felt it?

Aleister gaped pausing his task. "Ohh, no. Never. Well except for my evil ex-boyfriend who was a monster both in bed and in person, but real monster's nah ah. Manticat and I always hold out our own for decades. He may not look like it right now but my little baby is a very ferocious feline." Ruby smiled directing a fond gaze at the familiar who had just returned from the house carrying a miniature version of Ruby's scythe. The feline swung the scythe to the tree bark making a small dent, he swung again more brutally making the tree shake since it was still young and lanky. A squirrel suddenly fell on him making him release a feral screech and brawl with the squirrel.

Lechon stewed over the fire as Ambrosio, a faithful human protein-vegetarian aswang, turned the roast boar on the spit. "Ambrosio, do you think I have what it takes to change the loathsome ways of the Ikapati Tribe for good?" Catarina mused. Her swordstick cane - made of rosewood and bamboo - was lacquered bright and boot polish black. She smirked, petting the golden Philippine eagle in silver on its cobblestone crest. Catarina ran sharp red nails over its bright metal beak.

He leaned against the wall like he owned it, arms crossed over his chest. To his left, Cato—a leaner, wiry wolf with narrow eyes and a constant smirk—twirled a wooden training dagger between his fingers. The third, Bram, shorter but barrel-chested, snickered like he was auditioning for a hyena pack. “Didn’t think they let house pets in this place,” Fenric continued, his tone casual, cruelly amused. “What was the name again? Rian… Graytwig?” “Greythorn,” Cato corrected mockingly, drawing the name out with exaggerated pomp. “Sounds like a tree branch someone sneezed on.”

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

“That is not why I got it. You should’ve seen her. She was so excited; she spent the entire weekend just playing with it. I almost thought she’d skip classes today to merely keep it company.” “Damn, son. You are whipped,” Cannon accused. “And you’re not even getting any. That’s just pathetic.” “That kitten is helping her heal,” I argued, standing so I could do some side bends. “It’s like a therapy animal service cat. I’ve never seen her so happy.” “Well, thank God the woman is happy.” Cannon rolled his eyes. “All is right in the world again. Hold my ankles, will you?” Ignoring his sarcasm, I knelt to hold his feet down as he did a series of sit-ups. “Scoff all you want. I did a good thing.”

If Catherine were to harm him in any way, his mother wouldn't let her get away with it. Catherine rose to her feet, her captivating eyes sweeping across the office until they fixed upon her grandfather's display cabinet. On top of the exquisite wooden display cabinet were various collections, including a leather horse whip that was a beloved possession of Vicente. A faint smirk of disdain crossed Catherine's cold and impassive face as her gaze fell upon the whip. She approached the cabinet slowly, taking the whip into her hands. Suddenly, Catherine turned around. With a forceful crack, the whip struck next to Johnathan's feet, making him instantly step back in fear.