Cheetah Coat Novels & Stories

So I nodded. “Wear this and come with me,” I took the coat from him. The material was soft, like Alpha Kane’s coat, but it lacked the fur. The coat had buttons that ran from the collar down to the knees. Intricate lines of silver and gold threads sewn into a bright full moon. Deep red, blue and black threads were intertwined together in an unusual design. I licked my lips. I didn’t know if I was to wear the coat with my clothes or without, but I wore the coat over my clothes. I took a deep breath and went to meet the priest outside the room I was in, where he said he’d be waiting.

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.

I bought two more and shoved them into my jacket pocket, ignoring the vendor’s attempt at small talk. By the third floor, I stopped at a jacket shop. The displays were lined with thick leather coats. It was mostly made from goats and sheep leather since it was the few animals that didn't qualify as shifter DNA. One caught my eye, black, fitted, with reinforced shoulders. My hand brushed the sleeve. Smooth, heavy. Strong. “Three thousand tokes,” the shopkeeper said behind me. I snorted. “For this?” He smiled as his receding hairline crinkled from his worn skin. The bear wasnt old. i could smell his youth. "Protection has no price.”

before Felix could respond to her a new and familiar voice interrupted them and then to Chelsea's extreme horror , Rogue stepped out of the carriage . Dressed in a long coat with billowing edges ( I don't know what it is called I searched but I couldn't find it , he is dressed like an anime prince , you know the one that looks like a coat but down the waist it became more like a cloak with opening ) , the fastened buttons hardly mattered as the coat didn't hid the sleak white shirt that was wrapped around his narrow waist , tucked into the black pants that fitted his long legs a little too well . He hadn't bothered with his black hair as it looked tousled and untidy , something that has neve

“She just called me. I convinced her to come back to my place, but she said she didn’t want to frighten me more. You saw her at your work a few times… is it truly horrific? How?” “It’s not horrific per se, but she probably has blood all over herself. I mean, she had been fighting vampires and goblins all night, so she must be looking like a serial killer or something.” “Did you know about Cheetah?” “Yeah, I knew. She can transform into a black panther, but it’s not a practical form if she needs to walk around town without being seen, so she learned to transform into a miniature version, and well… that’s Cheetah. I think it’s your friend Victoria who started calling her like that when she’s i

It was now staring at Pandora intently, as if one small movement from her was a bullfighter's red cloth to lure the bull. Pandora wanted to stay silent, but she couldn't prevent every out-of-control action. Slowly inching away, she caught the attention of Kingston's pet. A cheetah. A member of the cat family that hunts prey with speed. Without settling or herding. And has the outline of a tiger but not the roar of a lion. That's why, even though it purrs in a cute way, the cheetah is as terrifying as it looks. "What do you want?"

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

They also have purple blood. Kilin class are smart cunning creatures that have both scales and fur of brown. They are able to mask their scent and almost complete disappear from the eye. They appear almost invisible except for a small blur of lights that surrounds the hair areas of their body. There are hard to find and even harder to kill, they have purple blood that if not washed off can burn and slowly eat away at skin. Coatyl class are small furry creatures that eat st the remains of the bigger classes, so far they remain harmless. They have beautiful white, brown or grey fur that is very sought after in the cities. Their blood runs blue.

He ignored her and kept up the pace. She looked behind her as he flew through the trees. She gasped. The beasts were in sight! They were gaining on them! She had never seen such beasts before. These were special. Perhaps, these were some of her more powerful children. There were five of them, all vastly different in their shaggy coats. She marvelled at their lion-like manes and how seamlessly such heads connected to their flat bodies. Their crocodile-like bodies moved shockingly fast despite their short legs. Their powerful tails swished behind them rhythmically like pendulums. The largest beast was flanked on either side by two beasts. This one was had an ash brown coat. Cory was shocked to

My heart hammered against my ribs as the moonlight revealed the Alpha, his blue eyes burning with an amber gleam. In his gaze, I saw not the typical Alpha, but a creature brimming with raw dark power and primal wisdom. Standing tall amidst the moonlight-dappled clearing, the Alpha was a figure of commanding presence. A raven black coat, impeccably tailored, draped his broad shoulders, its sharp lines echoing the power coiled within. The coat's lapels were wide, framing a chest that rose and fell with each measured breath. Beneath the collar, a crisp white shirt peeked out, its pristine fabric a stark contrast to the ruggedness of the man himself.