Chat Noir Black Cat Novels & Stories

that were drowned out in the daytime.The cat raised her nose to the sky, a kiss of dampness hung ready to meet the tender earth. She switched her tail left to right as if to rid herself of the gathering tension that came with a hunt. Moving down the cemetery paths with the slink all true felines possess, claws still sheathed, her mind surged sending tingles right to her toes."Look how feisty my little evil is," she said in a graving tone."Cruella, now come to me," her long-fingered nails raised to gesture the black cat which jumped instantly to her arms."Good girl," the woman wandered her sharp nails to her fluff and it gave the cat relaxation."Oh, I missed you too, my evil mistress," she g

This life… still feels unreal. Ethan didn’t stop there. When they reached the counter, he didn’t step forward. He didn’t take the card. Instead—he let her handle it. “Use it,” he said simply from where he sat at the lounge, relaxed, composed, as if this was nothing. As if this was normal. Belle froze. The black card in her hand suddenly felt heavier than all the bags she carried combined. Her fingers tightened around it as she approached the counter, her steps hesitant. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air inside the boutique.

It send shivers down my spine. I step away from Wolf, losing my focus on everything for a moment. My wide eyes stare at his fur and then wander down to his paws that seem to be radiating off a black fire. ‘ It’s black magic. ’ A soul whispers in my mind, sounding afraid for some reason. Clouds begin to cover the sky and the sun as Wolf takes a threatening step forward. The black smoke follows him and even Katrina floats back. She then raises her hand in the air, this time her palm flat. The wolves behind her let out collective growls and begin to sprint towards us.

Kat smiled at him as the shadows formed around her and covered her from sight, before dropping again to reveal her third form. Before Ruben and Vlad stood a massive black panther like creature, but it had small wings coming from the top of its front shoulders, short black horns protruding from its temples, a long flowing bushy tail and a ruff of long hair under its neck and down its massive muscled chest. Those eyes were still the same though and starting to dilate out, getting blacker and blacker, like a cat focused on its prey and about to pounce. “Kat!” Ruben hardly breathed. “Don’t go…”

The warehouse was damp and dark, and I felt like a cold wind blew across the back of my neck. I shivered and quickly picked up the egg before I was shocked to discover that in the dark corner there seemed to be eyes flashing. I let out a shrill scream before realizing those eyes belonged to a black cat. Just as I fell to the ground, there was a clear voice that came from the darkness, saying, "Don't be afraid! Black Shadow won't harm you!"

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

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

The willing prey. She backed towards the bed as he suddenly lunged for her, his eyes narrowed and hard. Suddenly she was on her back on the bed. Strong arms grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her; a cool contrast to the churning heat within her. And then his tongue was in her, his warm, moist, prodding tongue plunging into her cleft. She gasped as it opened her, arousing her further. Preparing her. She opened her thighs further, letting him cover her sex with his mouth as his tongue continued its penetration of her damp, eager furrow. She moaned his name repeatedly. His name meant black. His head, nuzzling at the apex of her desire, wa

Almost. But this time… I wasn’t alone. A sleek black cat sat atop a flat stone near the spring, its tail flicking lazily behind it. Its fur was impossibly dark, swallowing the light around it like spilled ink. But its eyes— Those glowing emerald eyes stared at me with unsettling intelligence. No. Not intelligence. Judgment. “About time you showed up, Host,” a smooth voice drawled lazily through my mind. “I was beginning to think I’d spend eternity babysitting grass.”

Only slightly though. Then, there was the matter of his appearance. As much as I wanted to deny that Haydon was absolutely attractive, I had to admit that he was nothing short of a walking male model, oozing absolute beauty from head to toe. Again, it did not make me like him, but made me hate him just a little less. Suddenly, I heard the loud sounds of purring and soon my black cat, Night made her way onto my bed. She walked slowly, her shoulder blades swiftly cutting through the air with her smooth, nimble movements.