Ghostbuster Cat Novels & Stories

"My laptop battery is at 12%. Once it dies, we're blind. We can't access the dark web, we can't track the Hounds, we can't even play Solitaire." "Priorities, Ben," Catherine said dryly. "Solitaire keeps me sane, okay?" Ben shot back. "Grog knows a place," the Rat King rumbled. He was carrying Bessie the cow over his shoulders now, claiming the "moo-dog" was tired. "Old man lives in the wall. Has magic lights." "Another Tinker?" Olivia asked warily. "No. Ghost," Grog said. "Digital Ghost." They followed Grog through a series of narrow service tunnels that seemed to be going up. The air grew drier. The smell of sewage was replaced by the smell of ozone and... popcorn?

Because, good sex or not, purring wasn't a normal reaction for her or anyone she knew. "I am Acat, warrior and chief in training for the Luunaa Xtaabay tribe." "The what?" "Your English translation would be Moon Ghosts." "And I am his trusted second, Chaob." "Moon ghosts? As in legendary tribe of shape-shifting warriors?" They nodded. "We're also both your mates," her big lover announced.

' 'No, I have to make My Lady notice me before she goes to Heavenly Space! With that the cat made noises, scratching the door. Inside the room, Ming Yue frowned and turned to the door decorated with four window frames. She noticed a cat was scratching it, making noises as if wanting to be noticed. The twins saw the black cat and wondered how did it end up at the second floor balcony. "My Lady!" The cat jumped toward Ming Yue who opened the door to pick it up. Ming Yue was startled, not only because the cat jumped toward her but it spoke as well! Even the twins' jaw slacked down, staring at the black cat in disbelief. They knew about guardians, evil spirits and ghosts but now a talking cat?!

and then leaves to get to work. I follow Xander down the steps. He turns right when we reach the second floor and waves as I continue down. I step through the patio door and begin to undress and place my clothes in a drawstring bag and then secure the bag around my neck before shifting. My wolf, Ghost is the perfect predator. His fur is white as snow, his eyes a piercing blue. His appearance lures people in with a false sense of security, but what you don't see from his appearance is the hidden monster within. Ghost is a vicious hunter and an even more vicious protector. Even some of our pack members cower at the sight of him in training.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

There was a goblin hob right above me, luckily he didn't notice me. The high level goblin who could use magic was sniffing my body odor and still didn't know my location. The body color is green with a scary face I can see clearly. I was really scared because this was the first time I saw such a form up close. "Harxxhh." The Oyen cat snorted like he was about to fight, his tail fluffy and his claws gripping my hand. Because of the cat's actions, the hob goblin noticed my presence.

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

“And you are bringing disrepute to all of her hardwork.” Today was a day for mind boggling revelations, it would seem. Unfortunately, I can’t really decide how I feel about them, but now that it seems I can get answers -confusing as they are- I might as well ask the most important of them. “Are you a ghost? Does Nana Brooke have you trapped here as well?” He snorted once more and jumped off the toilet. “No I am not. I would have to be dead to be a ghost.” This fisher cat was owned by a witch/keeper that lived more than a hundred years ago, but he was not dead?

There was no other word to describe it. The small black cat expanded like a bomb of light and crystal. His body grew to the size of a bear, the iridescent fur shining in shades of violet and blue and pink. The four ears rose. The crystal horns sparkled. And his mouth opened, revealing crystal teeth as sharp as blades. Nox roared. The sound made the four attackers stagger. “HOLY GOD!” Jess screamed, falling backward. “I’ll explain later!” I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward the back door. “Go! Call the police! Or Derek! Anyone!”