Chat Noir Novels & Stories

“If you ever hurt Evie like you did again, I’m not holding back.” I laughed, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” I blurred off, the smell of the blood already pulling me to the site. For the most part, it looked like they had already cleaned up the area. The body was gone, and so was most of the blood, and whatever else that had been around. It’s curious how Calous decided to move the body… Hunters don’t generally expose their kills like that. Maybe I should check out the nearby village. There could be someone bragging there, and maybe I could pick up on the blood. Her scent was everywhere… I pulled my cloak up, stepping into the local tavern, scanning the area, it was busy tonight.

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.

" shut your mouth your opinion I don't care make me go out I'd like to play with her too he answered rudely to order him at the end Zayn wasn't surprised his wolf character is always very strong He took off his shirt and pants and it's good that no one is here to see...except maybe the guards Turning to get out his wolf with thick black fur did not bother to get out of the gate, but jumped out of the window to scream Renee in terror when he suddenly came in front of her He let out a sweet voice to smile, whispering "black." The wolf made another sound, to run towards her and jump over her. He laughed loudly from her scream, and she fell to the ground and became above her. As soon as the litt

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

Opening the door slightly to get a better look, what I witnessed mortified me. Dadi and Ahti are doggy styling two women who are humans and have a lighter skin complexion. There’s blood covered all over the women’s bodies. I see Dadi sniffing cocaine on the lady’s ass cheeks, while penetrating her. Ahti is drinking Hennessy straight from the bottle and giving it to her senseless.

He commented. “Oh, Mr. Battenkurt, you are being awfully generous” Heath smiled politely. “Thank you so much, sir.” Chaos smiled back. “Shall we start?” Heath asked politely. Chaos nodded. Heath, with a practiced hand, unfurled the dental bib. He held it open, ensuring it was positioned correctly, and gently draped it over Chaos’ neck as Heath smelled Chaos’ expensive perfume while he took a note of the scent knowing that it was Royal Oud by Creed. Heath mentally noted to himself that he needed to buy that same perfume since it was this billionaire’s perfume.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

"Our lives are both in danger and you need to help me if you wanna leave here alive and we both need to join hands together, don't worry about Damien am going to beg him If anything goes wrong but right now we need to stop that psychopath before he does anything stupid I yelled. Please we need the car to get to the place without hesitation. *** ANITA. My body hurts like hell. It feels like I was caught with a knife. There was still a blindfold in my eyes. I regret my actions now. The desire to have what doesn't belong to me eventually led to the untimely death I murmured to myself. I shouldn't have trusted this asshole. How could he take advantage of me? The next thing he could think of he's

For the next few minutes, I keep trying to rouse my mate out of his state of unconsciousness by calling his name and reaching out for him through our mating bond. Eventually, the door opens, and the tell-tale clacking of heels against the concrete floor fills my ears. Madam Noir steps into my line of vision. She has a nasty black eye, and her right shoulder looks stiff. She's wearing red heels, and her nails are painted red. There's a blank look on her face, but I can feel the hostility oozing from her. Her gaze darkens when it falls on my mate. Her uninjured eye twitches and she heads towards the table, staring at the weapons with a sudden sparkle in her eyes.