Hetalia Cats Novels & Stories

Katrina said as she whistled in her usual rhythmic voice and Althea rolled her eyes saying, "Ugh! Not again!" A black cat walked towards Althea and she could not even see the face of her. She meowed and roamed around her feet and she shooed her away. "Hey, don't be rude to her. She missed you," Althea had a cat named Casper which was later on changed by Katrina and is now known as Cruella. "Cruella, come to me, my love. She's not interested in you... even after so many decades." "I hate cats..." Althea said boringly when Katrina answered, "Shut up, Althea."

Through the haze, I glimpse Moren—pinned, a mountain lion’s claw hanging above her— Then an arrow slices clean through the mountain lion’s claw—sharp, precise. “Elka!” I breathe, eyes wide. I’d forgotten her completely. She must have hidden herself away in fear, silent as the mist. The mountain lion turns, fury rippling through its massive frame. Its eyes lock on her. One move. One swipe—and she’s done for. My heart drops like a stone. “No!” The word tears from my throat, raw and useless. And then, silence. Every cat freezes. All eyes turn. Caelora stands—slowly, impossibly. Her eyes blaze, bright as molten gold, and in them I see a thousand feline spirits staring back. Her first sync. The c

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

She has the cat on her lap as she looked at it, her hand brushing the fur while the cat purred. "What... What are we going to talk about?" Kallista asked, a little wary of Alesteria. Alesteria slowly smiled and spoke again, "What is the cat's name?" Kallista looked at Alesteria in confusion before answering her, still brushing the cat's fur. "Lila." Alesteria nodded, her eyes darting to the cat, "That's a good name. Hello, Lila." The cat meowed at Alesteria after ignoring her again, still purring on Kallista's lap as Lila closed her eyes, completely relaxing.

She had not eaten breakfast and looked a little sallow. Abe’s name was not mentioned, it was like he never existed. This was hard for Katalea. Having grown up in a human town, these instinctive feline qualities did not always agree with her. The service itself was lovely. A tahtib performance was put on by the youngest werecats to be trained by Mr. Kalb. It was reminiscent of the day Katalea first laid eyes on Dalya. She wondered if Dalya remembered. Looking over at her, she saw tears flowing. It was likely she was remembering that and much more.

Alden says, his voiced cautioning. "If this woman is your mate, surely she must know these things," Lena says, undeterred by Alden's tone. "I'm not so certain that I am Alden's mate," I say, interjecting their exchange. "Oh," Lena says and expression flashes through her face, too quick for me to understand. "That is alright then. You should not worry yourself about potions and what-not." "Cathy is my mate," Alden says emphatically. "Trouble in paradise," Karken whispers cynically under his breath.

"When a fae has lived for several ages, the feral part of us grows stronger." "Feral?" She asks. "Like a cat?" "A cat? More like a primal creature that relies on instinct and basic needs." "So, a cat." She nods. "The only cats I know of are the shifting panthers of the Twisted Pines, and I suppose they are somewhat feral, but are more known for cheating at cards than anything else." I stand in front of her and press a hand to her cheek where a scratch veers toward her ear. "I'm so sorry you saw me like that, little one. Are you hurt?"

She punched in the password and the door was opened. A friendly smile spread across her face. “Hi, Fudge—” “Meow!” A fat cat with a white body and light yellow ears was seen lying on the couch lazily. It produced a cute sound in the quiet living room. “...” Catherine blinked. “Fudge?” “Meowww!” After the fat cat stretched its body, it jumped down the couch and walked toward her legs to smell the toys that she was carrying. Uninterested, the cat returned to the couch and lay on it in an arrogant manner.

And Blake is more extensive than me, so chances are whatever is out there might turn satisfied after eating him. "Werecats are wilder and much more savage than us werewolves. They can't be spoken or reasoned with, all they crave is blood, and they never hunt alone." "C-Cats who don't hunt alone?" My day is only getting worse. Blake nods. "They are like lions." I gulp and tap Blake meaningly on the back, causing him to spin around with his eyebrows heightened. I'm feeling like a kid looking up at their parent and expecting them to act as my shield.

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!