Cheetah Coat Novels & Stories

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.

But the owner’s mind wasn’t made of fairytales or butterflies, but of war, blood, and killing. As he stepped out, the black coat hung over his shoulders with tailored precision, its sharp lines emphasizing the authority in his stance. A broad, dark, and sleek fur collar framed him with an edge of cold elegance and mystery. Fastened neatly with large buttons, the coat fell just above his knees, its weight and cut speaking of both wealth and power. It wasn’t merely an article of clothing; it was a statement, commanding attention the moment he entered a room.

I smirk, this should be interesting. I watch the white catlike creature stare at the bear, trembling with fear. It tries to snarl and hiss in a silly attempt at scaring the beast off, only to anger it further. I take a long look at the pale animal, it's ears are long and pointed, it's eyes a shocking azure blue. It's tail is long and fluffy. It's body resembles that of a Cheetah. It's face has angular features. It's not very large especially in comparison to the giant it is facing but without a doubt it is of royal descent.

This was no ordinary cheetah. “Were-cat,” Valentina said lightly. “Nature’s natural product. Mutated and evolved into human and cheetah, much more like werewolves but this is a cheetah variant. It has all a cheetah could have. Faster than any natural cousin. Can shift on command with the right trigger cocktail. At least, that is the intent.” The creature stopped its pacing to stare at us. Its whiskers twitched. Its tail cut the air once, hard. A low sound rolled in its chest and vibrated against my sternum.

As the only female and the princess, whether being seen nude is a normal thing for shifters or not, I appreciate her modesty because I don’t think I could handle the other males eying her up. I wanted her body to be for my eyes only. If she ever allowed me to touch her again. I shift into fur form, one that is recognized. A large Jaguar with deep markings over a mustard yellow coat. Very few have seen the true color of fur form, ad if they have nobody has said anything.

cried Amanda suddenly. Illarion, who couldn't sue as his favourite scent slowly drifted away, only asked in an annoyed tone. "What do you mean?" "The pattern on the villager's coat looks similar. It's the pattern on the cat's fur!" Amanda said excitedly, successfully answering her curiosity about what fur the locals wore. Illarion watched the rat troop go. "Your people use cat hair to make coats?" asked the Black Prince to Duke Gramer. "Yes, Prince. Cats are cheaper than buying wolf skins from hunters," replied the old noble.

Her wolf form was tiny, barely coming up to Tiger’s knee – a fault that was made all the more pronounced by the fact that she kept her head drooped meekly at all times. All thoughts of Mousey Marcella were swept from my head the second Alpha Caleb came into view. His wolf towered over all the others, and he would have been easy to spot amongst any crowd even without his distinct colouring. His sleek grey coat was splashed with black down his back and chest, and his paws looked as though they’d been dipped in ink.

As he was about to leave he turned around to look at the house and maybe checking the house again for Elijah , maybe he is there Leo thought to himself, as he turned to look at the house he couldn’t see the house anywhere as if it was never there at the first place. Leo confused, started walking to the inn, he went to the room and sat on the chair and laid out all the rewards on the table in front of him. He picked up the old paper all he could see was a regular paper with nothing written on it. Then he picked up the coat and wore it as soon as he wore it a notification sound popped up. “Do you want to equip the Dark Coat?”. Leo replied yes, as soon as he said yes another notification sound

But with how she was struggling to get him off, I didn't know what to think. If she was as powerful as her story described, then she would be able to get him off her with ease. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to process the situation. I reopened my eyes and looked at them, the wolf licking her face while she cried from how disgusting it was. To get him off, Scarlette would have to hurt him, and she didn't want to. Why didn't she want to? If my memory serves me right, the wolf had a medium ash blond coat, no wolf in the pack had that colour. Another pack came to ours, for mate hunting…