Mha Ragdoll Novels & Stories

This was too much to deal with in one day, Ellie being a traitor, only she wasn't really a traitor because she was trying to stop her past from catching up with her now. The rogue wasn't actually a rogue and was set to be the future Alpha of a pack, so the only thing actually keeping her in that cell was the fact every single bar had been coated with silver. She could transform into her wolf in the cell but she wouldn't be able to escape from the cell.

I was never good with kids and the kitty was so much like a newborn, so I tried my best. Thankfully, she didn't run away and kept looking up at me with those blue eyes. Slowly, I inched closer to her and started petting softly. When I saw that she didn't mind it, I carefully picked her up in my arms and ran a hand on her back. It was a Ragdoll. Despite the slightly darker face, tail and ears, her white fur was on full display on her body and looked like it was made for an endless petting session. She was so soft like a velvet and that's when I decided. “ Velvet!!” I named her, kissing her nose and she licked my hand.

I thought about it before asking, "Can I take a look?" Antoine raised an eyebrow and led me upstairs. When he opened the door, I saw a large Ragdoll curled up on the top level of the cat tree. She was silver-white all over with semi-long, fluffy fur. She was perfectly still, not even bothering to flick her tail. "This is Marshmallow. I recently took her to the vet to run all kinds of tests, and everything came back normal. She used to be really playful, but I'm not sure why she's been so lethargic lately. She just camps here all day."

There. Whilst Sierra's fur gleamed a midnight black, glossy and sheen, he held none of that luster. Rather, he looked like a shadow, one that could creep on anyone with ease. Even under the moonlight, it took a careful look to see the outline of his face and nose in contrast to the rest of his shadowy frame. He was also huge, maintaining a height. His eyes drew to me like magnets. As soon as we made eye contact, his now Alpha Red eyes meeting mine, I felt the long lost instincts rise again.

This was the bitterness Eulalia endured for seven years. No matter how many times he called, the woman lying on the ground wouldn’t respond. Pulling back his hand bitten by the cat, Misty tumbled to the ground, exhausted. Its beautiful eyes were half-closed with a misty white layer, gasping weakly. It tried to stand up but fell repeatedly, its limbs no longer functional. Ragdoll cats are often seen as fairy cats by many—gentle, elegant, loving human contact, with long fur and an adorable appearance. But now, Misty was unrecognizable as a ragdoll cat.

A red dragon with a half moon tail. “th—oh,” I said quietly, taking a slight step back. “That’s not possible…” But it was there. And as clear as daylight. “What are you?” I asked more to myself than to her. She rolled uneasily but did not answer. Her eyes were too cloudy and her body looked too weak. She looked like someone who had simply been consumed and then thrown up by the forest. I crouched lower still, feeling warry. This had to be the moon goddess. It looked so much like her signature move. “She looks like her, she smells like her… and you leave this mark?” I said brushing a hand across my face “Of all the ways to mock me…” I scoffed to myself.

And the dogs—almost all of the corgi-leonberger mix from the original litter, flopped out in decorated corners as honorary guests of honor. And there was Makayla under a blooming arch at the rooftop’s edge. She wore a tailored ivory suit embroidered with copper-threaded vines that shimmered in the light. Her rainbow-streaked hair had been pinned back just slightly, enough to show her eyes—those storm-gray eyes that always saw right through me and never flinched. When she saw me, her breath visibly caught. “Damn,” she whispered, loud enough for the front row to hear. I laughed. So did everyone else.

I asked Lilith as she stood in front of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad at Della but it had to do with the fact that she trusted those fucking mutt Rogues. Maybe my father was right. They were all just the same in the end. Della chose to go with them and understand them. I supposed that my anger was directed more at my past. When Hailey died, she didn't just die. She was brought forward by other members of the pack as being traitorous when a few of our werewolves were being targeted by the Rogues.

They said, live like you only live once, and that's what she's doing right now. Today, Delorah feels exceptionally good. Her body is light and she doesn't feel suffocation even she runs around. She played with the maids and her grandma watches her while staying under the shed of a big umbrella. Her grandma owns a high-breed black Tibetan Mastiff. This kind of rare dog is known to be monogamous when it comes to the master. It will only recognize one owner for the entire life. But oddly, the dog is gentle and close to Delorah.

"Ahh!" She whipped her hand back, and Kevan looked down to see three obvious scratch marks on the back of her hand. The Ragdoll breed meant that Muffin's personality was one of clingy obedience. Although she liked playing with humans, she would never bite or claw at others like mischievous domestic cats. This was the first time she had done it ever since her birth.