Horror Scary Cat Novels & Stories

The cat chided. Heather gasped at the little creature, and not believing her ears, dashed towards the house, screaming her lungs out for Matt. Once inside, she locked all the doors and hurried towards her bedroom, panting and sweating. Even though her belly ached, she jogged up the steps, scared to her wit’s end. To frighten her, the cat stood in the middle of the staircase. Heather stopped midway, looking at the creature as it eyed her with a vision she did not get. Perhaps it was deciding where it could attack her. Although she had never thought, she would be scared of a cat when she felt nothing while watching a paranormal movie. But this wasn’t a simple cat. It had become larger than it

He was desperate to touch her soft skin, and the screams distracted him. Hearing those screams, he slammed the door open and came out hurriedly, fuming angrily. He saw a gigantic black cat whose mouth was loaded with fresh human blood. His hazel eyes were more scary and traumatic for him. He had never seen a black panther in his entire life. And the black cat sat on him.

My hands were shivering, not only at the warm blood streaming against my skin, but also at the sight of this massive cat; it scared me to death even more. Memories slammed into me: the shrieks of a little girl, my younger self, cornered in my family’s barn. A feral cat had leapt at me then too, its claws raking my arms, the sound of its growl burrowing into my bones. I had sworn, trembling and bleeding, that I never wanted another cat near me again. And now here it was. My knees weakened, trembling uncontrollably. “Get it away from me!” I screamed, clutching my throat, feeling the sting of the fresh gash. My vision blurred between the panicked present and that shadowy childhood terror. “Who

Totally didn’t see that coming, Scar dashes right into his arms. “Let go of me!” Scar struggles back, kicking and clawing around to try to keep the guy away. The guy is not terrified by her inefficient struggle at all. He smashes his bat into the wall, making a loud thud. It’s quite certain that if that hit landed on Scar, she would have a broken bone by now. The man is not in a haste, teasing Scar as he comes closer slowly: “Here, kitty, kitty...”

But when the door swings open, Jack is nowhere to be seen, so we slowly come out, cautiously looking around. Suddenly, we hear hissing, and we immediately dash for the door, turn off the lights, and rush outside. That cat really is the devil. I point a finger at Skyler. “I’m never doing this again. I almost had a heart attack. I’m sending your neighbor the bill for my cardiologist.” Skyler laughs. “I told you that cat was the spawn of Satan.”

“Wait… Are you scared of cats?” “No, I am not,” I say firmly, keeping as much distance as I can. Her brows lift. “Then why did you just jump away like that?” “I didn’t jump—” “Oh, look, kitty, seems like the great Kyle Sinclair is scared of you,” she teases in a baby voice. The cat meows as if agreeing with her. “For the record, I am not scared of cats,” I grumble. “And I did not jump away.” I point at the thing still nestled in her arms. “That thing is dangerous.”

Meoww ~ meow ~ meow! Is that a cat? I ran to the window and look down. There i saw the black adorable cat. "Oh! Yes? What happen to you? Come here! Come here! It's okay." I said to the cat but she seems scared. "Why what's wrong are you scared of --!" My heart jump out because of the shadow behind my back that suddenly pop up from now where. "She won't come to you, you need to give this to her." He lend me a paper bag.

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

“Get off my face, don’t call me Brittany, my name is Tiffany, co…” A loud growl erupted the air, and before I knew it, I pinned her back against the wall, I grabbed her jawbone and then my face inches closer, I hated it when she referred to me as a scary cat, calling me a coward is the same as referring to me as a scary cat.

asked Charlotte with a worried expression . " I am fine , my daughter ! " said concubine Catherine . The black shadow landed on the red carpet and the smoke surrounding it finally took shape . All of them remained shocked when seeing the scary appearance of the creature . " Ahhhhh !!!! What is that ?! " said princess Sara .