Scary Cat Novels & Stories

Grandma scolded me for being too clumsy that day, and when I was finally told to sleep, I cried all through the night, as the horrible scene of being threatened came knocking like the ants that hovered around my room. " If you say anything, I will kill everyone!" He threatened, my only witness was the ikati. Outside, I could hear their meowing all through the night, and when I couldn't stop crying I came out, it wasn't big, just a small black cat that was almost one with the night sky. Its oddly shiny eyes were the only thing I could see clearly, and ever since that night, I had found a special friend who would not expose any of my secrets to anyone.

Its mighty power had no influence on the cat at all. "Meow!" The cat shouted joyfully. It jumped up and waved in the void with its claws, and then one arm of the deep blue flame ghost was instantly cut off as easy as using a sharp knife to cut tofu. The cat caught that arm and swallowed it. After that, it chased the shadow once again. The deep blue shadow's lost arm appeared again, but its whole body was much dimmer. He was absolutely scared of the cute cat, just like a mouse saw a cat. He was so afraid that he did not know how to escape. He just ran around the altar, while screaming, but the cute cat soon caught up with him and tore off his another arm.

Just when she thought she was safe, there was a noise—low, guttural, like something large moving through the undergrowth. She turned, her breath hitching in her throat. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of a fierce jaguar, its green eyes glowing ominously in the dim light. Her entire body froze in fear. The jaguar crouched, ready to pounce, its muscles rippling under its sleek coat. Catherine’s mind screamed at her to move, but her feet were glued to the ground. The animal was mere seconds away from ripping her apart.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“It scared me in the middle of the night!” One of the men spoke with great displeasurement, only to be teased by his comrades. “A fat cat can even scare you like this. If a fat cow comes over, won’t you be scared to death?” The previous guy was upset. He stared daggers at the white cat. Suddenly, he raised his hand and shot a hidden weapon towards the white cat, wanting to kill it for embarrassing him once. If that was just an ordinary white cat, it would definitely die. Unfortunately, it was the cat demon, Whitey.

“Wait… Are you scared of cats?” “No, I am not,” I say firmly, keeping as much distance as I can. Her brows lift. “Then why did you just jump away like that?” “I didn’t jump—” “Oh, look, kitty, seems like the great Kyle Sinclair is scared of you,” she teases in a baby voice. The cat meows as if agreeing with her. “For the record, I am not scared of cats,” I grumble. “And I did not jump away.” I point at the thing still nestled in her arms. “That thing is dangerous.”

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

I eman who wouldn’t be scared of a cat who turned from a rock. "Hurt my cat and I'll end you." I hear a voice behind me. The voice didn’t sound like it was joking and I took a deep breath before turning slowly to look at the owner of the voice, for a cat that sounds very creepy. It must surely have a super creepy master. I turned to look at the old woman, she was very short and timid with a wrinkled face. She had a scarf wrapped around her head and she held a basket that contained poisoned fruits I presume. Reminds me of Snow White’s stepmother, the queen.

The Sabertooth tilted its head, studying me as if deciding on its next move. Terror surged through me as I saw its massive fangs protruding from its closed mouth. With wobbly knees, I backed away slowly, my eyes fixed on the beast, my breathing uneven, and my teeth chattering. This cat was unlike anything I'd ever seen, larger than a lion and a tiger, with sharp claws and long, curved, razor-sharp fangs that frightened me the most. "This is all your fault, Ares!" I thought bitterly, still backing away.

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.