Erza Cat Novels & Stories

The plan was simple, if a bit suicidal: hit the water, let the spray blind the tracker, and let the current carry us beyond the pack’s border. ‘Yeah, yeah,’ Era panted, her mental voice ragged as her lungs burned. ‘Less pep talk, more speed, Ana. You’re hogging the oxygen.’ Even at the brink of exhaustion, Era was a smug little thing. She was a hybrid wolf, faster and sleeker than a common werewolf, and possessed of a sarcasm that could wither a cactus.

Ezra asks, giving us another look. “Most of these men and women fell into my lap on their own at first. Now that I’m making money from this kind of entertainment, I’m actively searching for strong men and women.” “I see. It was a great show today. That one in particular. I’ve never seen one of her kind.” Ezra points at Kanda. “Ah, a werecat.” “Sounds almost ridiculous,” the witch laughs. “Indeed, my dear, but they’re very dangerous,” Zao says.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

"Thank you for helping me untie. I need to get Carla out of this place." Ezra untied Carla and said. Her face still maintains a cold expression. She looks like a professional bodyguard… "Er…Erza…Can you help me get out of here?" Emma was a little awkward, she asked. She didn't have much hope that Erza would agree. After all, they had only met for less than ten minutes. Furthermore, Erza's job is to rescue her owner - Carla, the thirteen-year-old Italian girl.

But before Ezra could close the door, he crouched back down next to the box to check if the terrorizer had left a message other than a pathetic dead gray cat. Disgusted, Ezra shifted the dead cat by the lid of the box. Under the dead cat he found a piece of paper covered in blood. But the message is very clear because it is written in black marker and very large. YOU WILL DIE MILA. JUST LIKE THIS CAT.

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

She approached the cage hesitantly, trying to be as quiet as possible, but Fel's intense gaze followed her every move. She quickly started to dish out Fel's food, hoping to be done with it as fast as possible. As the maid slid the tray of food under the cage, Fel's eyes fixated on her every move. Suddenly, with a swift motion, Fel reached through the bars and grabbed Era's hand tightly. Era gasped in shock and tried to pull her hand away, but Fel's grip was too strong.

Titania suddenly blurted out of the blue. “Hmm, whatever name as long as it’s from you, I will accept it.” Titania’s wolf said in agreement. Titania started petting her wolf, stroking and rubbing her head and chin. “From now on, I will call you Erza.” Her wolf giggled. She obviously liked the name she gave her. “Hmm, Erza. My name is Erza. I like it, Titania. Thank you. You just strengthened our bond by naming me.”

Erza couldn't understand her but it didn't matter long the girl was okay. The girl was simply asking if Ezra was okay but Erza faints the young girl wasn't far from her kingdom she picked Ezra on her back and ran toward her kingdom on foot. Some of the girls company her to Moon Valley. The young girl name is Jea is a young werewolf royal maid of WereWolf King Jea is a pre-were wolf she has developed yet into a full werewolf. Jea clan named is White Fang Pack. Altogether there are eleven different clan packs. They all live in different areas of moon valley.

ALEJANDRO "Kataleya how old are you now?" Azura questioned Kataleya, hands-on hips as she did. I knew that the little devil was trying to test her. She fucking acted like she was eighteen or some shit like that, she was a dangerous one. Kataleya blinked and held up six fingers. That’s my fucking pup. "Good girl." Azura replied, with an approving nod and went off to fuss over one of those Westwood pups.