Dumb Husky White Cat Shizun Novels & Stories

D, so the management doesn’t care much about losing them. The penthouse was dimly lit by the glowing full moon, so I could manoeuvre around efficiently. I was about to move away from the couch towards the master bedroom when I nearly slipped. Hands clamped my mouth as I heaved rapidly, eyes still bursting with horror. I looked down and saw animal fur on the white marble floor. I frowned in curiosity. I didn’t know that Rum had a pet. I picked up the strands of fur and held them in the moonlight. They are very long, black and thicker than human hair—or even dog hair. A Siberian husky?

A cloud of dark smoke almost covering its body. Eleand gaped when he examined it closer. It looked like a human cat! The creature had white whiskers, long black fur, and bright blue eyes. They split up and found a suitable position to capture the Migus. Zanti put an arrow to his bow and made himself ready. He signaled to Eleand to prepare, and he tightly held his bow. Then they targeted the creature, still oblivious to their presence. Eleand was wonder-stricken when Zanti started to attack and hit the Migus several times, but he could not properly hit its heart.

Vaz laughed teasingly. He is such a jerk in a mood to tease others. "Why did the conversation come to me? Am I a lion?" Sheily shook her head and stared at the two badly. "Vazzy is lonely, he needs the company you know! So please maybe you know someone with pets like his breed," I said wrapping my arm around Vaz's arm. "Amber, just buy an askal, the askal is also an underdogs family and can be easy to pet more than a bullmastiff or get a Shih Tzu just for a more cutie," Sheily suggested.

He was either hunting for stones or wood to build with. "I see" I nodded withholding myself from nosing up in his business. "How are you certain then that this is a white wolf? They were all wiped out" I say cunningly "You really doubt me, don't you?" He asked "I don't completely believe you, and if that translates to doubt then, Yes " I replied staring further at the picture. It was a wolf but she wasn't white. It was a grey hound breed and I knew it was Aunt Jasmine. What business could they possibly have with Stones and Sons? I wondered

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

The sprawling garden was vast, brimming with lush greenery and sunlight-dappled spaces. As Bianca stepped into the garden, her eyes caught sight of a plump, fluffy cat lounging in the garden. None other than Fudge. The big cat stretched lazily before trotting over, followed closely by three tiny kittens. For a moment, all her worries melted away as the kittens tumbled behind their mother. One of them, a tiny ball of pure white fur, caught her eye. She knelt down and scooped it up. "Oh my goodness, you're so adorable," she murmured, stroking its soft fur.

It was really a lazy cat. With the help of the natural treasures of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Blackie, the Three-headed Heavenly Hound, had finally fully matured. It had its bloodline completely activated and mastered the magical power of its origin. It could finally shrink its body and turn it into a normal puppy. It could also turn its three heads into one. Blackie didn't look as ferocious as it used to. Instead, it was furry, lovely, and cute. It had become the most popular pet in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It had completely replaced Evil Moon, who had become fat, and became popular.

Her body was frozen. Cassidy had fainted and she was bleeding from her nose, her ears, and to make matters worse. Our pups had shifted, and are now growling at me. Both Channing and Canis are two labradoodle height of wolves. Channing, my pup with white hair, was now a wolf with one black spot in Channing’s left eye, while his fur was fully white. When my second pup with black hair was entirely white with one white spot on Canis right eye.

So my fingers desperately clutched the cage before I turned and faced the boy who had noticed me here and he looked surprised, his eyes wide but as he tried to get closer the animal next to me growled deeply. This has to be a wolf. It can't be a dog. "What is this?" I asked him as I looked back at the wolf, and carried on looking into its eyes, finding it difficult to look away for too long. "It's an... overgrown husky," he told me and I raised an eyebrow and looked at him skepticallly. "An overgrown husky?" I asked him, repeating the words slowly so that he could hear himself and he nodded, seeming more confident but I didn't believe him.