Marionette Cat Novels & Stories

I ask, remembering how she looked the last time I saw her. “She’s craving raw meat and having more and more visions; Marle says it is because of the dormant Goddess inside of her. Before Tiarin perished, she created the Mate Bond for every wolf born for the next two generations. After that, Caterina will have passed on and taken over the mantle. Marle says that what she is seeing are visions of people closest to her; those related by blood.” I frown at Kai when he says this. “Closest to her? Then what the fuck did she mean by ‘The Epsilon Lives’?” I ask, blinking as I try to remember Cat’s exact words while pouring two glasses of neat bourbon.

The other guard came forward and poured the food on the floor, with a force she sprang up immediately and began feeding from the bare floor, she was eating so fast that the food vanished in seconds and slowly, she stood up and walked back into her cage, she curled herself in a bun, hugging her knees, she stared at the guards with her innocent hazel eyes, the guards turned and left in silent Her name is Melanie, the most treasured asset of the Cougar Empire.

I don’t bother pulling away; the twenty-three-year-old guy would bawl like a child whose toy was taken away if I did. “Get off me, you giant infant,” I said, trying my hardest to shrug him off me. He pulls away, grumbling. “Now, please tell me that the Marcus guy is still alive. I know how gym crazy you can get.” “Oh, who’s that?” The idiot asks, his hands on his waist. “You should totally come check out the new cat I adopted. Her name’s Marbles…because she has heterochromia… and she is the best thing to ever exist!”

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

I all but groan out loud. Beck and Labyrinth are doing everything they can not to laugh in my face, and I don't blame them. Point me in any direction and I'll find something to kill. Collecting people isn't my thing. I look at Marinah holding the smallest kitten. It looks like some kind of patchwork quilt. She brings the tiny body up to her giant jaws, and the kitten rubs its small head against her teeth. This is worse than her climbing my shoulders naked over a snake, but it's me who won't be living it down. I don't like cats.

I all but groan out loud. Beck and Labyrinth are doing everything they can not to laugh in my face, and I don't blame them. Point me in any direction and I'll find something to kill. Collecting people isn't my thing. I look at Marinah holding the smallest kitten. It looks like some kind of patchwork quilt. She brings the tiny body up to her giant jaws, and the kitten rubs its small head against her teeth. This is worse than her climbing my shoulders naked over a snake, but it's me who won't be living it down. I don't like cats.

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

Mom had already given me the carpet and wall colors she wanted, but she had no idea where they were moving, or that they were moving this quickly. A soft knock on the door resounded before my parents walked in. Dad looked at the cat on the floor a little surprised but didn’t say anything. He knew since I was a small pup that I loved animals, and I used to beg and beg for a pet. But he always declined, I never knew why. “Elder Abraham. Good afternoon.” Mariah smiled as she made room for him on the couch. “Here.” She passed him the wand toy. “Kitty is still hurt so just wave it slowly like this, let her catch it every once in a while.”

Linaria stands dumbfounded as she watches this magnificent looking feline growl and shake its head. "Kir? Are you okay?" Linaria whispers to the giant cat. In return the animal turns and stares at Linaria, a menacing growl escaping its large jaws as it stalks toward her. Linaria is frozen in place as she continues watching Kir's massive form walk in her direction.

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