Mr Whiskers The Game Novels & Stories

Kael stands beside me, face pale, fury barely contained. “This Game,” he whispers, “is rewriting the rules.” I swallow hard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he says darkly, “that even the shadows are choosing sides.” My wolf trembles inside me. Violet whispers something I don’t want to hear: ‘We’re not just losing players. We’re making monsters for the next Game.’

Pom Pom: "No, it is my paws not a handkerchief! Also my paw is white if I wave a white handkerchief that means I surrender or admit defeat! Not happening! How can a proud op beast like me admit defeat!" Su Lan: "Hah, I would think a white fluff ball waving a white handkerchief would look much cuter..."

Casper turned to face his office down the hall, but the door was shut. But he didn't have time for it. He returned his gaze to Becky, trying to contain his mounting irritability. The girl was quite efficient, albeit a touch weird. But he enjoyed the unusual, and she gave a certain liveliness to an otherwise stuffy office here. "All right, Becky. First and foremost, who the hell is 'she'? Becky's nose wrinkled in disgust. "This is Miss Black, sir." I was unable to stop her. She was quite arrogant. She said she'd wait for you."

We stared at them for a while before sighing. " And that's how you deal with bitches...." Ariana muttered victoriously. " By giving them a taste of their own medicine." I glanced at her and smiled. She did too. " Pound it." We said together as we made a fist bump. Game over.

*** I startle awake in the middle of the night as the scratching sound gets louder and seems to be closer. Blinking into the pitch-black room, I let my brain adjust to my sudden awakening despite my racing heart. As my senses relax slowly, my ears can catch up with the noise again, and I realize that it isn’t quite the scratching I’m used to. More like a pawing. Listening into the darkness, I realize that there is a whimpering as well, and I throw my covers back to get out of my bed. I near the entryway with slow steps, and my heart starts picking up its pace as the noise gets louder, the low whimper piercing through the heavy door.

I patted Ryan on the head as I walked towards the door, breathing slowly and steady. As we walked down the long hallway of the pack house and neared the ballroom, I could hear the loud talking of many packs before it came to a whisper. Twilight Village, the pack of my soon-to-be-Luna would be there. Snow Creek, a pack who had just joined us from the North as allies. It would be important to meet them and all of the other smaller packs. This night would be one of the most important I would face in my life. _____ *Elise’s POV*

Raising my paint gun again, I aimed at his face, but Sierra pushed it down. Up ahead, the game marshall blew his whistle, giving me a warning look. "Come on," Sierra pulled me aside, behind a wall. "I don't like that guy." I told her. "How could you shoot your own teammate?" She asked, lifting up her helmet and giving me a full glare. "The game hasn't even begun yet." "You expect me to roll over and show my tail?" I asked. "Like a fucking beta?" She shook her head with a look of disapproval. "Beta? Please, Dante, you're such a man's man."

"Mew. Mew. Mew." I carried her to the kitchen, away from the blood. I set her on the counter and turned on the light. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide and empty. There was no blood on her hands, no blood on her pajamas. But her fingernails—I noticed for the first time—were long. Too long. And curved. "Emma, did you see what happened to Whiskers?" She stopped mewing. For a moment, I thought she would answer. Then she tilted her head. The movement was wrong. Too slow. Too smooth. Like a cat watching a bird through a window.

" It was beyond it! I can't believe you! A rookie managed to win the title! I and Whiskers were at the edges of our seats during that battle!" She exclaimed with wide gestures and much enthusiasm. " I'm sorry, did you say Whiskers?" I rubbed my neck, silently wondering if she was the kind of princess that bullies her servants by calling them weird rude names instead of their real names. " Oh! Right! Whiskers my pet tiger. Whiskers meet Shinigami, Shinigami Whiskers. " She says as she bends down from her seat to pat V6 who lay at her feet. I almost didn't recognize him with the .... huge pink bow and Bell. A huge grin appeared on my face as I did my best to hold back my laugh.

She slapped my hand away and reminded me that I had drawn black. Now she had left it for me without making me draw, and the thought still made me happy. When I reached for the sandwich, my fingers passed through the bread. A black cat slipped through the half-open window and landed on the counter. He often wandered through the alley behind our house. Nonna Rosa had called him Nero, and I had used the same name ever since. Nero seized the sandwich and jumped onto the windowsill. “That’s mine. Mom left it for me.” I moved in front of him, but he passed through my legs and crouched outside to eat. His green eyes lifted once, as if he sensed something nearby. Then he swallowed the last piece of