Oswald Cat Novels & Stories

He meowed loudly the second he saw us, then louder, looking between me and Cillian with those offended green eyes. "I know, I know." I squatted down and he walked directly into my hands, butting his head against my palm. His fur was warm and impossibly soft and I scratched behind his ears and he purred hard enough that I felt it in my fingers. "We're back now, you dramatic little man." He meowed again, directly at Cillian this time, accusatory. "Don't look at me." Cillian said to the cat. Odyssey looked at him anyway.

How did they mollify their wolves? Unable to stand her sorrow any longer, I get up and leave my room. Oswald doesn’t question me, but quietly follows me as I walk down the quiet corridor do Bowden’s apartment. Before I can even knock, the door to his flat swings open and the king stands aside to allow me entry. “Can’t sleep?” he asks with a knowing little smirk. “My wolf is…she’s being a little needy.” “Uh-huh,” he grunts and slams the door shut in Oswald’s face. “Now you know how I feel.”

They retreated a hundred thousand miles and formed two distinct groups. Oswald came down from the sky and looked at the white tiger royal family with helplessness and a hint of confusion. As a holy being, he was stumped. Had the Oslo family really fallen? Why could they not deal with an alliance that comprised a hundred families and countries? Oswald's face darkened. “You can take the resources. If you try to stop us again, this matter won’t end so easily.” Oswald’s voice was full of exhaustion. Dominic said calmly, “Percy, tell them to get out of the way.”

Perhaps the developers were simply waiting for time to do its work, ready to fold this place into Silverton's faster rhythm once the original residents were gone. Oscar had barely reached a bench when a large black cat slipped out from the shadows. It walked straight to him and pressed against his leg. Clearly, it was one of his old friends. "Salem!" Oscar sat and lifted the cat onto his lap. "Did you miss me?" He raised its front paws and looked at it with a faint smile. "Mrrrow." The cat's gaze shifted immediately to Rebecca's bag. "I knew it." Oscar reached in and pulled out some cat food. "You don't remember me at all. You're only here for the food."

He would then quickly generate portals beneath them, forcibly making them fall down into their secure prisons. Luck was on his side; he had bagged nearly all of those foul critters. Almost all, but not yet all of them, it was still far from being over! It could have been an extremely tiresome task to a less patient man. But not Oswald, he was more patient than a cat, a waiting cat. Waiting patiently for the prey to enter the snare. His method was proving to be a much quicker and effective method of quickly identifying and eradicating the new disgusting, deadly pests.

Three identical men stood there, their eyes locked onto me. “Why don’t we all introduce ourselves to the new Wild Cat member?” one of them said, his voice smooth yet unreadable. I frowned, eyeing him warily. Wild Cat? What the hell was going on? Wild Cat? What did he mean by that? I had no idea what was happening, but I knew one thing—I didn’t like it. Not one bit. I pushed myself up from the ground, my body still trembling with unease. I needed to get out of here. Now.

It arched it back, extended its claws and bared its fangs. The figure in black stretched out its arm and in an instant, the cat was lifted off the ground. It became immobilized and started to meow in distress. The figure slowly closed its fist, causing the cat to let out a piercing multisyllabic yowl. The cat was being choked and strangled telekinetically by the hooded figure. “Olivia Summers, you have been nothing but a disappointment,” the first figure tsked. Alarm crossed the cat's face but it was too late. The second figure then clenched its fist and the cat disintegrated to ashes.

'Its a good thing that I moved on from Aiden when I did' she thought to herself. Oswald was seen going back home after meeting a potential client. Its already late and he was using the subway. Its just five minutes walk from the subway to his home. As it was already close to midnight, the streets were almost empty. Maybe that's the reason why Oswald could hear the footsteps that has been following after him from the subway station. He pulled out his mobile and opened the front camera. He angled it in such a way where he could see the man who is following after him.