Erza Cat Novels & Stories

Yours in plotting, Zera

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.

Annoyed with this cat and mouse chase, Zira understood that there was no choice but to interact with Neoma. /Can Ward see us here?/ Zira checked with BaoBao. [Only if he walked over.] /That's enough time./ Zira did not have to wait long to hear muted whining and whimpering behind a tree. At the source of it, a young adolescent girl with fluffy ears and a bushy tail bawled her eyes out. Beyond the red that she was dyed in, Zira could still see a hint of the brilliant golden brown colour of her fur. She looked perfectly pitiable. Zira breathed an inaudible sigh. She still had not figured out how she could prevent going out of character while not piling on additional damage. Even a look of scor

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.

Valera’s POV I held the glass cup of juice perfectly in my hand. The cool glass clashed against my fingers as I lifted it to my lips. Celia’s eyes were firmly on me. She was watching too closely, smiling sweetly. But then I noticed her cat. Just for a moment. It wagged its tail in an odd way. It kept moving recklessly, whispering to itself. It didn’t know I could understand its language. A language only I could understand.

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.

“But where you chose goodness and rigorousness, I chose death and destruction.” “I don’t know if I would have chosen differently,” Ezra responded. “And you did not choose destruction. You chose honor for your family; you chose restoration and peace for the werecats. You challenged a line and a territory that who knows what countless evils would have come from them in the future.”