Koneko Katana Novels & Stories

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Sage added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialized of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana, which is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this, actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. She groaned.

“Look at your feet.” “Our feet?” Ren blinked in slight confusion, and both he and Yuri looked down simultaneously at their feet, only to have their eyes widening in horror when they saw that they’re both standing on a metal panel which is obviously the covering for something else – a trapdoor of some kind perhaps? “Shit—!” [1] Katana: A type of Japanese sword commonly referred to as a ‘samurai sword’. The term of ‘katana’ is usually referred to any kind of single edged sword, and this Japanese term doesn’t always necessarily have to be a Japanese sword

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

Well, this is interesting; it is Haratio, who is holding a solid white, blue-eyed kitten in his hand. “Little luna this is the only one left in the litter.” Haratio states. Ty lets out a squeal and grabs the kitten out of his hands, causing Harario to start laughing. Akila sniffs at the new kitten and then lays down by him. I guess we now have two kittens. Ty gives Haratio a kiss on his cheek, sits back down between the boys, and scoops the kittens into her lap. “Who is this beautiful woman?” Haratio asked.

Listening to her cheerful, mindless chatter was actually incredibly relaxing, right up until the vehicle pulled up to a high-end werewolf shopping district. “Katerina Kourt just released her new collection! We absolutely must check it out,” Tessa beamed, practically dragging me through the bustling luxury boutique hallways. “I don't even know who that is,” I laughed, but Tessa’s playful expression instantly hardened into one of absolute seriousness. “You don't know the brand KK? What world are you living in, Zlata? Katerina is one of the most famous werewolf designers in the entire supernatural world. We have to support our own kind!”

Katarina’s head rolled back, and her lips parted. “Dio santo…” I muttered. My dick twitched. I yanked open my drawer and pulled out the Italian scented lube. Sat down on the edge of the bed. My cock was rock hard. Veins bulging. It ached. Bad. I dropped onto the couch, my phone in hand, and my breath short. The feed played. The girl ran her tongue down Katarina’s stomach, lingering over her belly button. Katarina arched her back. Her hands clutched the bedsheets. Her mouth opened. She traced her lips round Katarina nipples without sucking or biting it.

"Here's your chance. I'm wide open. Come at me, Katerina." My bravado keeps my muscles loose. I shift my shoulders against my chair like I'm scratching my back. I've never had my senses tuned down to such a vulnerable level. Why wouldn't I be cocky? I'm positive that, for as much as this woman might hiss like a feral animal, her bark is worse than her bite. I've watched Katerina for a long time. She doesn't have a violent bone in her body. Curling her fingers around her steak knife, she launches across the table at me. Her pupils are dilated, teeth bared. The green of her dress glints gold in the lighting. Even when she's trying to slash my throat ... she's elegant.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

INTRODUCTION: (Katerina's POV) I'm Katerina Bathas, seventeen years old. I'm the most underrated and hated shifter in my pack, the fallen moon pack. Yes, everyone, apart from my only friend, hated me for some reasons. Some say it's because of the way I look, others say it's because I am too weak and lazy to fight, to defend my pack or even myself in times of battle and so on.