Ghostbuster Cat Novels & Stories

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.

"Continue to follow that guy for me! He's hiding his scent, so something must be wrong with him! I must find out his true identity and his intentions toward Emily!" Black, the leader, received the command with a "meow" and began to leave with another cat. But Winston stopped him: "Wait, Black, are there any chinchilla cats in your gang?" "Meow." Black turned and looked momentarily before a snow-white chinchilla cat emerged from the group. It had a graceful walk and beautiful fur, with green eyes shining gently. It was a rare and precious cat. It looked at Winston tenderly, wagging its tail: "Meow?"

I walked towards her when Ghost appeared from nowhere between us growling at me and howling endlessly. "Hi buddy," I ran my fingers through his soft shiny black fur. I had never had the opportunity to feel his fur myself. 'Go back,' he growled and spoke in my head but I struggled to comprehend his meaning. He launched at me and placed his huge paw on my throat restricting my airflow until I could no longer breathe. Was this psycho beast trying to get me killed or what? I choked and tried to struggle with him but he was a thousand times stronger and bigger. He tightened his grip until I was certain that if I remained here he was going to draw my blood like he did everyone else.

"There you are wrong. She is a tamer of beasts and I haven't seen one in hundreds of years. Your cat should react and feel soothed when she is near. Centuries ago, beastkind destroyed any they discovered. It's rumored they can bring a feral beast back from the brink of insanity." It had to be the alcohol. My mind was sorting through his words but making no sense of them. I remembered meeting Cecily and my cat instantly attaching itself to her. I loved the simple sound of her voice even when she complained. She made me laugh. The Moor was right - Cecily soothed my beast. Holy shit.

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

The white bone whip was covered in a ghostly aura and the spirits were howling. Even before the attack hit, they could sense death. In the nick of time, a loud bang suddenly fell down from the sky, like a bolt out of the blue. “Meow!” Um… Alex and Luna were dumbfounded. What was going on? A fallen cat from the sky? The sound was so loud that their eardrums could swell. How big could this cat be? Most importantly, after the cat cried, the murderous giant skeleton king just now became terrifyingly afraid and trembling all of a sudden, as if a mouse had just seen a cat.

The screaming outside dragged on for almost half an hour. Then it stopped. When the silence settled in, I slowly lifted my head. Something black rolled to my feet. Bubba stood there, 24-karat gold eyes shining, chin tipped up like he'd just saved the world. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" *** Who just talked? "Ahhh—monsters!" Missy calmly licked the blood off her paw. The leg that used to limp looked strong now.

Caleb shrugs, but there’s a hint of pride in his expression. “Are you really in Scotland if you don’t get into a bar fight?” Feargus laughs and slides another shot toward him. “Then I’ll be the first to welcome you to Scotland, Ghostbuster.” Ghostbuster. Definitely not the name I expected when I joined the Demon Hunting Trials. But it’s a hell of a lot better than half-breeding.

Grandpa suggested “Yes, Sir!" Kitty said and helped Grace and Tobias back into the wheelchair. “Thank you so much, everyone!" Grace said as she hugged Tobias. After Kitty, Grace and Tobias left Hank turned to Tony and asked “Do you think we should tell her?” “What? That Tobias is an extremely rare fire coloured Tibetan Mastiff Puppy that Xan has just paid $2 Million for? No, I don’t think so! Just let her enjoy having a puppy without worrying about such things!” Tony said

The Ghost. The hacker who had been messing with them. The one who sent the files about the 2018 fire. He looked younger than Eli expected maybe late twenties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see too much. “You’re awake,” The Ghost said. His voice was calm, almost friendly. “Good. I was starting to worry the chloroform was too strong.” Eli pulled harder against the chains. The metal dug into his wrists. “Who are you? Why did you take me?”