Novel & Cerita Erza Cat

At the same time, I closed my eyes tightly, not daring to look into her eyes right now; it was too tragic; every time I faced it, my heart ached, and I couldn't breathe. Suddenly Erza howled in pain, not knowing where she got her strength; she pushed me aside and stood up. She was different from the silent porcelain doll five minutes ago; now, she had become a mad beast that had lost her mind; everything was released, and anger was instinctively revealed. I just touched her elbow when she jumped back and forth and roared. "Don't touch me!" As she shouted, she frantically scratched the cliff, and soon there were several bloodlines on the black stone stain.

“I couldn’t make it to your wedding, and I’m deeply sorry for that. Mother didn’t even tell me about it and I only just found out a few months after I returned from my expedition” As she begins to talk, so does she permit herself fully into the bedroom. She walks with a graceful gait, befitting a true warrior and exuding her unrivaled demeanor. Erza is the only other person who’s as tall as I am; even taller than I am. That’s the only physical characteristic she inherited from Mother.

he commented, glancing at the purple kunijoh in my hand. I raised it with a smile on my face. “Yes, Zelian!” “Xerra, come to our house tomorrow night. There’s a wedding party! Bring Shahrae along!” I heard Oleifa’s voice in the midst of the throng of people going to and fro. I looked over my shoulder and saw her fat being. I couldn’t possibly miss her. She was one of those unique Aryans who had a fat body. It wasn’t because she ate a lot of food just like people do on Earth, according to my father, but she often willed that she’d look that way so that she’d be distinguished more easily. Usually, Aryans willed to make themselves unique in appearance. That is why most Aryans were good-looking.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

All the laughter stopped. Everything froze and they exchanged glances, then looked at Barbara, who was in shock. "W-what did you just say, Era?" Era's jaw stiffened. She stared at Barbara sharply and without blinking. "Bitch." "You—" "Only a bitch would act like that," Era cut in quickly, then continued. "You're a low girl. You have no manners at all. You and Gerald are a perfect match. You're both like animals."

said Doctor Catherine introducing Eren. "Hi, my name is Eren. Nice to meet you all," said Eren as he extended his hand to get acquainted. "Hello Eren, my name is Zoya," said a woman who shook Eren's hand. Zoya is a woman who has a unique appearance. Her hair was cut short like a boy's haircut and her hair was fiery red. The body is small but has strong muscles. She looks tomboy compared to women in general.

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.

Zeta Eli sat on his knees and, with his hand, began measuring the claws that appeared to be a werecat in the dirt. The claws were long and curved like knives, when they moved, they could cut into the dirt with the ease of slicing through butter. His skin was black in color, which easily emerged in the darkness of night, so Zeta Eli could only see his eyes. They were so large that it seemed as if they were looking into his soul. His eyes were dark yellow, like the sun, and there were white dots all around his pupil.

Raizen scolded, causing Aza to hug the cat she was holding. “Oi, you’re being harsh. He was just abandoned on the street, so I brought him home. He’s so beautiful, Onyx said he’s a Persian cat. Look,” Aza said, holding the cat closer to Raizen, causing him to retreat into the music room and approach the piano, his gaze fixed on Aza with hostility. “Fvck?! Don’t bring that animal near me?!” Raizen snapped, his gaze falling on the cat Aza was holding, causing him to look at her with bewilderment.

My heart constricts painfully at the thought. I felt a movement on my leg, only to see Ezra, snuggling close. "Hey Ezra," I bend to pick her up. She meos at me, making me giggle. "How is my little cutie doing?" I ask, gently caressing her. She purrs in pleasure. Ezra is one beautiful black cat, with blue eyes. I found her seven weeks ago, laying in a brown carton, close to the forest. Grandmother had sent me to cut some plants to make herbs for Ketura who had fallen ill.