Novel Cat Novels & Stories

On the night of my birth the feline goddesses rejoiced. As I cried my infant cries the only clue to my feline heritage was my cobalt blue eyes. I am a werecat. My Pride is almost extinct they tell me, and I am one of the only werecats to be born in recent years that we know of. My birth was celebrated by some, while others tore their clothes and cried out with rage. It was foretold that a Princess would be born to save our kind. Apparently, this is me. Nobody asked if I wanted this, nobody cared that I just want to be a normal kid. As I stand in our enormous kitchen drinking a tall glass of milk I watch the caterers setting up for my eighteenth birthday party. This is when the fun wil

Instinctively, she took a step back. A white Persian cat, one eye blue, the other yellow, looked at her with great satisfaction. Felicia's snow-white hands held the little cat, and she smiled, "Why are you scared, third younger sister? This is the long-haired cat that Eldest Brother sent to me. Look, it's so cute!" Emma recognized this cat from her previous life; it was Felicia's beloved pet, a proud and stubborn creature that once scratched Phil's tiny hands, making them bleed.

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

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

When Caden was younger, he owned a cat. The cat was so cute and when it mewls it melts him into a puddle, it was a newly weaned kitten so he had a lot to learn to raise it into a majestic cat, but unexpectedly, a year after when he was already a cat slave, someone stole his cat. He remembered searching for the cat for months but he had never once seen the shadow of it since then. He was crying for weeks over the loss of his cat, no one can tell but him and the pet lovers how it felt to lose a pet you cared for like your child.

"Don't use foul language!" "I use foul language?" Catherine sneered. "When he was young, you all bullied Cato because he had no power. Finally, when he obtained evidence, that shameless old rat, Bob Alter , plotted against him. Not only did he lose the evidence, but people also tried to kill him! Tigers don't eat their cubs, but is Bob Alter even human? He's a filthy rat, a louse in the gutter, forever avoiding the light!" "Catherine! You, you!"

" When did you find out that I was the girl that was supposed to kill but ended up falling for? " " That's a tricky question. " " No judgment zone ." " Curiosity. " " This cat lived to tell the tale ." " Okay .I will come clean." ©#KCMmuoe

She thought, "It's not a cat; it's a Black Panther. It is rarely seen outside, and here, it it the pet of this man." She was scared of this cat then, so her brain didn't think more about this cat. She remembered how it attacked her. She angrily spat, "Your cat was about to kill me...” “It's Blackie...” “Your Blackie was about to kill me. And you...” Elaina shouts and gets up, standing on the mattress. “Wait, who saved me?” Elaina’s mood reverses. The blood-dripping face of the giant cat flickers before her eyes. She steps back on the bed and falls on the mattress again. She feels like the cat was before her.

Somewhere that could be considered a private setting. As I stepped further into the room, I caught sight of a small cage on the floor with a small fluffy creature darting here and there inside it. I stopped short, taking it in and realizing it was a cat. The Lycan King had a cat? My jaw slacked, eyes brightening in surprise as the cat stopped moving around to eye me. I stared back at it. In response, it stood on its tiptoes, fluffing up like a skunk and I couldn’t help but grin.