Firestar Cat Novels & Stories

She blinked back a few tears and nodded. He pushed all else from his mind, focusing on saving more lives, and took off at a trot for the entrance to Great Olympian Hall. But just as he was set to ascend the main steps, a dazzling and terrifying display of light filled the sky. He stepped back to better grasp the spectacle and his mouth dropped. A moving, convulsing snake-like fire had shot straight into the sky as if it were a tornado in reverse. Only this was no natural phenomenon. James’s chest clenched with despair because he knew of only one person or entity capable of creating the devastating fire: Oliver Burton.

That was how he lost kate to someone more romantic. EKARIS, the quiet one. Very cunning, witty and smart too. He does not do anything on his own most times. You know how scavengers do, always moving from one point to another looking for what to inherit. A predator when it comes to taking what makes people happy. He had little or no romantic life.

“Did you try them too?” He nodded. “I have no choice. That’s what we called survival 101.” He winked with a cheeky smile. “It’s understandable. Even feral cats hunt for mice and birds to eat. Without a source of heat, what distinguishes us from animals?” His finger gestured to a gun sign. He aimed it at the bonfire in front of us. “Exactly, Quinn.” We both smiled, and he subsequently stood up and stretched his body. “I need to shit somewhere.” He looked at the dark bush ahead, and I pressed my lips together.

Tristan leaned over the catwalk, dropping incendiary canisters that set the paralyzed swarm ablaze in a roaring wall of orange, cleansing fire, while Terra stood at the gate, driving arrow after arrow through the eyes of any creature trying to escape the flames. In less than three minutes, the courtyard fell completely silent, save for the crackle of burning brush and the heavy, ragged breathing of my team. Over forty mutated beasts lay dead, smoldering in the mud and ash. Not a single perimeter wall had been breached, and the garden plot remained intact.

He lowered his head in response, not daring to meet its gaze. Then, suddenly the beast opened it's mouth wide. In the next moment, a stream of black fire erupted from the creature's mouth. As quickly as it appeared, the stream disappeared. It didn't look like it had burned anything or anyone. It had only scorched everything in its path, including Gerald and Katrina.

And here I am—just one human girl, caught in their clutches. And their king? What haven’t I heard about him? His cruelty, his ferocity in battle, the way he takes what he wants without hesitation or mercy. No one knows his name; they simply call him the barbarian king. The world simply knows that he is a Firefang wolf, a breed born of radiation, known for their volcanic bites and lightning combats.

“W-Who are you? I don’t know you! Security? Security! Throw these lunatics out now!” Judging by Cassandra’s reaction, everybody realized something was up. Jumping to action, Wesley pounced on me. Ready for him, I yelled, “We are live. Touch me, and I’ll defend myself with the law.” Wesley slammed to a stop and glared at me with an ashen look. Snapping out of her thoughts, Cassandra ended the livestream frantically. With millions watching, she had streamed for nearly twenty-four hours. The feed went dark. Her response was a clear sign to all that she had something to hide.

They had returned alive even from that blast of fire. I started to run. My speed was now far beyond that of a normal human. With every leap, I covered several meters. But the problem was that the shadowy figures chasing me weren't far behind. They were clad in black tactical gear, carrying weapons that emitted blue laser beams. ​Deep in the forest, the snow and mud had created a hellish terrain. I tried to hide behind a thicket. I was struggling to breathe. Suddenly, the tattoo on my thigh began to burn with intense heat. I pulled back the fabric of my pants and saw that the tattoo was no longer still. It was slithering like a snake beneath my skin.

I didn’t want to argue with her in front of Justin, so I said, "I need you to come with me." "I’m not coming with you, and you can’t fire him," She said. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Day by day, she gets more stubborn. "If you don’t come with me, I swear to God I will fire him, and I will make sure he never gets hired again," I said, my voice heavy with sincerity. I won’t hesitate to do that — after all, I don’t even care about Justin. Osline hesitated, but when she saw the sad look on Justin’s face, her heart must have melted, because she finally gave in. "Fine. I’ll go with you."

"Tucker, let go of your mother. You owe us an explanation." But instead of letting go, Tucker turned and pulled me closer. "The explanation is simple. Morgan has already broken up with Addie. So now, Addie is my mate." The moment the word "mate" left his lips, Leonard and Rose froze in their tracks. They knew exactly what that word meant coming from Tucker. After all, the Flint family had bloodlines tracing back to both werewolves and humans. Because of a genetic reversion, Tucker evolved into a formidable werewolf. There was not a trace of human blood in his veins.