Scary Cat Novels & Stories

Which is super fun, although I didn't get to celebrate it many times growing up, dad always wanted to go as count Dracula, and that really gets boring after a while, and I grew too old to play along with him. "Mine is gonna be a kitty like me," Beth says, everything gotta be a cat with that girl. "Cats aren't that scary," I tell her, our pumpkins should be scary, not cute. "They are, it can be a tiger, tigers are scary!" Beth says. "Kitty, tigers aren't cats," I say. "They are from the family close enough, now go rogue," Adrian says putting the girl down on the ground and letting her go find her own pumpkin.

asked Charlotte with a worried expression . " I am fine , my daughter ! " said concubine Catherine . The black shadow landed on the red carpet and the smoke surrounding it finally took shape . All of them remained shocked when seeing the scary appearance of the creature . " Ahhhhh !!!! What is that ?! " said princess Sara .

"I will come for your eyes, Blake—when you least expect it, I will poke out your eyeballs and eat them for dinner!" Blake shudders uncontrollably. "Please don't sound like a sinister witch! The fact that you are a witch only makes it scarier!" "Pft!" I shake my head. "I'm not dangerous." "Of course not," Blake says. "But my biggest fear is anything happening to my eyes, and then I also find kittens horrifying." "Kittens?" I ask, blinking. Is this guy high or something? Kittens are adorable. "Yes, kittens are evil creatures. They act so innocently with their enormous eyes, but when you try to cuddle with them—bang, instant pain when they bite your skin!"

“I know this is going to sound really funny to you and you aren’t going to be able to understand how I can hear it, but there is a pretty big cat on the hunt right now. From what I figure it’s a mountain lion. It already has the scent of its prey and headed here fast.” It took a moment for it to sink in, his expressions changed from wonder to looking like she was some kind of psycho and trying to scare him, to shock and then to fear when he realized that she said headed here fast. The cat was headed here, and the scent of its prey was them. “We have to get out of here and fast, maybe if we hurry, we can get away. We have a little bit of a head start, I can hear it and it’s far enough away so

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

His voice was soft and gentle as if he were talking to a kitten. Taking a peek, I saw Luka smiling as he petted the top of the cat’s head, between its ears. I almost relaxed at seeing how Luka was behaving, only to squeeze them shut when the cat started walking. Clinging to the cat’s back, I held on for dear life. “I take it when I am in my wolf form, you won’t want to ride on my back?” “That is different. I like dogs, of all shapes and sizes. I don’t know what it is, but large cats scare me.” I admitted without an ounce of care to sounding like a scared little girl.

A long and low scream rang from her lips, evolving into a screeching yowl as her sister went from woman to ? "Holy freakn' cat!" Ruth scrambled back as the golden jaguar paced in her direction, blue eyes, uncanny, the large teeth frightening. "Oh damn. Oh damn. Don't eat me." She scooted on her butt across the floor. The jaguar stopped stalking her and flopped to the floor, then, chin down, it crossed its forelegs over its head and hid its eyes.

Because how can you not? “What if some dangerous, ferocious animal comes out of nowhere?” I cross my arms, trying to look serious. She stands up, chin tilted slightly upward, eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I’m not scared of any wild animal.” “Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “You’re what, five feet and nothing? And you’re not scared of bears or lions or wolves?” She gasps, half offended and half amused. “Don’t judge me, mister. I’m very scary when I’m angry.” She narrows her eyes and lets out a playful growl that sounds more like a kitten trying to be a tiger.

Just like they were on que, they all burst out laughing, pointing at her as they expressed their disbelief. The three devils couldn’t stop laughing while Catherine, a brown small wolf retreated to herself more. She was smaller than even omegas. A few pups who had been able to shift from childhood were bigger than her. Her size was nothing to talk about and it brought questioning, shame and embarrassment to her so she hated to shift in front of people most times. She just wanted to dig up a hole in the group and force herself into it. “Is this your wolf?” Martha asked in between laughs.