Dumb Husky White Cat Shizun Novels & Stories

Expectation. Brayden crouched by the wrought-iron gate, gently stroking the stray cat that had come near the estate with his little fingers. The cat had a mix of gray and white fur, featuring bright yellow eyes that gleamed like two moons in the soft, fading light of the evening. It softly purred as Brayden chuckled softly, its fur rippling beneath his hand. For a short while, everything seemed simple and innocent — just a boy and a stray animal, nothing more.

His smile was broad and sincere. I study him as he makes his way to me, another tall were-cat, who holds himself with pride and power. His eyes are the same yellow as mine, but his skin tone is lighter - a chocolate color. For his age, he was handsome, despite the wrinkles, and I imagined he was a looker in his prime. His hair was white and long, tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and he was wearing a pair of black slacks and a button-up white shirt.

He replied. “They need a name, Matthew.” She said. “only you would think that this is a good idea.” “What they are cute.” He replied. “They are fox hybrids, Matthew.” She replied. “I know. That is pretty different.” He said, and she shook her head, wondering what they had walked into. Her pup looked like a fox normally would. The one he picked was pure white. Somehow life got even more interesting as she sat with them on her lap the drive home.

Completely helpless. I finally reached the source of the voice and saw two rogues had attacked a she wolf nearly my age. She was sprawled on the ground, unmoving. One of the rogues lunged at her again but before that, I dropped my dress from my jaw and pounced on him. Immediately I let my sharp teeth dig deep into his shoulder drawing immense blood out of it. I shoved him against the tree, letting my canines sink in deeper, before snapping his neck. I turned to face the other one who looked terrified. Of course I was the white wolf. Why wouldn't he be? He tried scurrying away while showing his neck in submission. Oh no not so fast buddy! You will have the same fate as your friend.

Eventually, I got used to the grind. Right when I started feeling proud of myself, Missy got pregnant. She gave birth to a snow-white little fluffball. Yeah. A full-on chaos gremlin had entered the world. *** I'd never seen a cat that white. Though named him snowy. Snow would look dirty next to him. Snowy opened his eyes on day one. Walked on day two. Day three? He opened the door himself, ripped open the milk delivery box, and drained every carton in the building.

Ethan said, pointing to Claudius and Hughes. He looked between the three. Confused, then cleared his throat, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they already were, so he didn't push the subject. Even though he was curious how not only were three people mates, but one of them was a human. "Oh! Um, What kind of cat shifter is it?" Timothy asked, hoping it was another cheetah. How wonderful would that be to see another cheetah! "Oh, no, it's not a shifter. It's an orange fluffy cat. He's my little peanut!" Ethan said.

Charges of sparking electric currents ran through her red hair. “You’re not the best! You have no control over your powers! You are basically too much for me!” Kieth snapped. Zosha’s eyes beaded with teardrops. “Not again!” Kieth grunted, rolling his eyes. I peered at Zosha, barely keeping my astonishment. Zosha was a shapeshifting cat. I couldn’t believe I was standing beside one. I had only heard rumors about them in the earthly realm. They were considered a myth there.

I was waiting for him to argue with me. But he didn’t. Instead, he slid off the bed and put his pants back on, sans boxers. Yes, I noticed he went commando. I couldn’t help it. Hard to not take notice of his naked body. “I knew he wasn’t some ordinary house cat that first night. He knew I was outside.” John commented. “Shu comes from a long line of Egyptian Mau. My family has bred to detect supernatural beings as well as danger.” I nodded, tying my robe tightly.

It was a little disorienting to hear it come from a seemingly overfed cat. In truth, his appearance was supposedly to be a majestic white cat, the kind that human nobles and royals would love to keep as their favored pets. However, Immortal Wuwei’s thick white fur had bald patches on his round body, looking like a furball a mischievous child had bullied while playing on the streets. Little Yin peered at the ugly white cat standing upright like a human in front of her. It was wearing a set of white robes of the same color of its fur, and had a piece of clear white jade attached to its belt.

Then, it hopped toward Blake’s slippers and scratched his trouser legs. Blake bent over and lifted the cat up by the back of its neck. This was just an ordinary domestic shorthair cat, but its whole body was white like snow without any weird strand of hair. One of the cat’s eyes was gold, and the other one was blue, which was a rarity. Winson hugged his leg and wanted to play with the kitten. He then stood on tiptoe and stretched out his small hand, “Papa, I want it!”