Oswald Cat Novels & Stories

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

The feared ancestor of thousands of shadow organizations. Chloe pressed the accept button. The holographic screen projected the marble figure of an old, dignified man sitting in his wheelchair. Oswald's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, although the wrinkles of old age had covered half of his glory. His long white hair was neatly styled. Even though he was paralyzed, his pressure could suffocate an entire room if he wanted to. "My beloved grandson," Oswald's voice was hoarse and deep, like thunder echoing from inside a dark cave. "I heard that last night you burned down a fifth of the east pier just because that street dog from the North tried to steal your silver toy."

Oswald didn’t hesitate for a second. He pushed me behind him and moved toward them with lethal precision. In the blink of an eye, he was on them, taking them down with an ease that left me stunned. Amy, my wolf, couldn’t help but comment. “He’s sexy when he’s like this.” I forced her aside, trying not to focus on the fact that Oswald was incredibly dangerous. He wasn’t just the king—he was a force of nature. I rushed toward him, my voice urgent. “Wait, Oswald, wait! Let me figure out what they wanted before you—”

They passed through an osmanthus garden when they descended the hill! “The doors were closed, but I caught the scent of osmanthus when I first woke up in the warehouse. The culprit probably moved Zera there before kidnapping me. He passed through the osmanthus garden several times, picking up the scent. The cat could’ve been his, or it came in contact with him and got the scent on itself.” “The cat is definitely his,” Cedric said. If the cat merely came in contact with the culprit, then it would have been impossible for it to get the scent on itself in such a short amount of time.

(Oscar's POV) Catherine. My fated mate? “Are you kidding me?” Before I could process it, Catherine pushed past everyone in the doorway and threw herself at me. The second I saw her, I felt it—that bond. Familiar and wrong at the same time. My wolf was back. But something was off with him. Way off. How else could he insist that the woman in front of me was my fated mate? Catherine's eyes were shining with tears. "Oscar. Oscar, this whole time—it was us. We're each other's fated mates. We can be together."

So she closed her eyes and communicated with Katia. Right in front of his eyes, Odessa’s hair gradually turned white, and when she opened her eyes, she had the most mesmerizing set of purple pupils. “Wow.” That was the only word that could come out of the King’s lips as he stared at his mate’s wolf. He sat up, and she sat up with him. “Your hair... it's white.” Kaiden had seen Odessa in her wolf form once; in her previous life, her wolf had been a smaller breed, murky brown in color, but this…

"Yyy- yes, Mr. Oswald. Just about." He walked over to the table and took a seat. The silence stretched as Orlanda served the stew, her movements precise but distracted. Oswald glanced at her occasionally, as if trying to gauge her mood. "How was your day?" He inquired, his voice neutral but curious. Orlanda hesitated, her mind still tangled in the morning's events, and other mornings. "I found a stray cat in the garden and tried to coax it inside," she said, her voice lacking conviction. The response was a vague attempt to deflect, her thoughts drifting back to Carlson's request.

Alpha Oswald roared after Carly ran out of his room. He didn't know what else to do. He was torn between pleasing his childhood friend and Luna, Nikita, or listening to his wolf who couldn't endure the torture he was being put in by not tasting his mate. He had never felt the way he was feeling right now Alpha Oswald had slept with so many women before but the way he tasted for Carly was on a different higher level. He wanted her so much he couldn't restrain himself so he sent for her

"He such a bastard," "Everyone knows that. Just ignore him and don't let him get under your skin," Came the reply and Onyx patted her back, crouching on the grass, and folded her legs. Gwen soon joined. "Oswald is a curious wolf. When he finds something interesting, he won't stop till he finds what makes that thing unique and in this case, I believe he wishes to know what triggered his wolf and why you drove him crazy," "He's destined to my childhood friend, I can't believe she never told me. I thought it was just a mare crush," Gwen uttered with her head lowering.

A sick smirk graces his face and triumphant glint gleams in his beady eyes. Bastard “I Tomislav Oresic, Challenge the princess for the right to the crown!” All eyes turn to the hulking werecat that stands up amongst the crowd, a man who was sitting to the left of Maydor’s tent. The dude is huge, built like a werewolf with mean eyes and bulking muscles. A man I had never seen before - a werecat who was not a warrior but was built like a brick shit house and twice as intimidating.