Evil Warrior Cat Novels & Stories

Aleister gaped pausing his task. "Ohh, no. Never. Well except for my evil ex-boyfriend who was a monster both in bed and in person, but real monster's nah ah. Manticat and I always hold out our own for decades. He may not look like it right now but my little baby is a very ferocious feline." Ruby smiled directing a fond gaze at the familiar who had just returned from the house carrying a miniature version of Ruby's scythe. The feline swung the scythe to the tree bark making a small dent, he swung again more brutally making the tree shake since it was still young and lanky. A squirrel suddenly fell on him making him release a feral screech and brawl with the squirrel.

She thought, "It's not a cat; it's a Black Panther. It is rarely seen outside, and here, it it the pet of this man." She was scared of this cat then, so her brain didn't think more about this cat. She remembered how it attacked her. She angrily spat, "Your cat was about to kill me...” “It's Blackie...” “Your Blackie was about to kill me. And you...” Elaina shouts and gets up, standing on the mattress. “Wait, who saved me?” Elaina’s mood reverses. The blood-dripping face of the giant cat flickers before her eyes. She steps back on the bed and falls on the mattress again. She feels like the cat was before her.

This was no ordinary cheetah. “Were-cat,” Valentina said lightly. “Nature’s natural product. Mutated and evolved into human and cheetah, much more like werewolves but this is a cheetah variant. It has all a cheetah could have. Faster than any natural cousin. Can shift on command with the right trigger cocktail. At least, that is the intent.” The creature stopped its pacing to stare at us. Its whiskers twitched. Its tail cut the air once, hard. A low sound rolled in its chest and vibrated against my sternum.

Cath remembers Feral Ruelle and the scene in where she is with tears clouding with memories as her speech but she chooses to be evil and kill Theo’s imprinted mate, Cathwulf Ulria Cath releases her wolf and it was majestic as she felt the surge and ignition of power railing in her veins as it gone overboard with the feeling of in control and one with herself it was freeing and liberating to say the least. 'I am going to win this' the very reverie that came to her mind at that time. " This is amazing" Cath was in power driven mode that it was so trilling to be above all else and it was the most revetting force

After a few minutes, she stirred and Ceaser quickly ran to her, he ran his hand through her hair and gradually began to stroke it. "My kitten," he smiled, running a hand across her cheeks. "How do you feel?" Aria slowly raised her face towards him, crying. Her eyes had changed colour, and were now deep red. Evil, malevolence, anger and vengeance was all I could see inside those eyes. Caesar continued. "Are you ready to pay them back for what they did to you?" He asked her, and just as I had expected, she nodded, hypnotised. "Very well, my little kitten." He continued to stroke her hair and then kissed her forehead before he handed her the knife. Then he instructed her.

His heartless look made Zephyr Khan's mouth twitch. "Damn it!" As he cursed, he had a new understanding of this greedy cat. The cat had not been injured at all despite its terrifying power earlier. Even his Evil Breaking Eye had not detected the existence of the city from such a long distance, but it was able to detect the existence of the city first. All of this showed that this cat was not simple. While thinking, Zephyr Khan couldn't help looking at the greedy cat. The latter's body stiffened. Then, the white fur on its body suddenly stood up, and a pair of lovely watery eyes showed that something was wrong.

a fierce, delighted expression that suggested the fight might actually be interesting. "Good," she said. "You're not completely useless. This might actually be fun." She came again, and this time Eve was ready. What followed was brutal, technical, and beautiful in its violence. Katerina fought like someone who'd spent three centuries perfecting the art of breaking things....efficient, economical, every movement serving a purpose. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Just relentless, overwhelming pressure designed to break opponents through sheer sustained assault. Eve fought like someone desperately trying to stay alive.

She may be Alejandro’s daughter, but I was also a Rossi. “This pack is used to hell, kid, so do your fucking worst.” I replied mockingly. She’s about to reply when the cat drew our attention away, meowing loudly and she holds it right up in my fucking face. “Oh and this is Malevolent. Say hi.” I cocked a brow. “I don’t talk to animals,” I said arrogantly. Her smirk vanished, her eyes flashing a deep plum red, and I frowned, my own eyes blazing as I observed her sharply.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Dead end! "D-Doggie, don't bite me. Okay? I'm not delicious! There's nothing delicious in my body part. So shoo! Go away." At the same time I raised one hand to pimp it but suddenly became aggressive as if it was attacking. It suddenly rubbed its feet on the ground as if it was ready to attack me. The wolf also growl and snarls in front of me.