Scary Cat Novels & Stories

This Lycan looked batshit crazy and it scared the hell out of the Tiger. *****

" Really? So, you're telling me that you get scared of me when am angry?” " Well sometimes, who knows what you are planning in that brain of yours” " The almighty Terrick Clarkson, the business tycoon who is feared by so many, so I've heard. The supreme alpha of the supernatural world fears me? A human who doesn't even know how to protect herself?” Catrina laugh so hard that her rips hurt.

Most importantly, the smoke could not only hide the Scented Phantom cat, but it could also conceal its scent for a short time! Moreover, the Scented Phantom Cats were timid, cautious, and extremely suspicious. Once they noticed that something was wrong, they would rather give up on the food so that they would not fall into danger. Hence, if Caspian immediately escaped the sticky situation just now, the Scented Phantom Cat would immediately run away.

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

Instead of obeying her, the cat used my shoulder as a launch pad and sprang over the table, sinking his claws into her curtains and hanging there, next to us, watching us with his terrifying beady eyes. “Your cat is scary,” I whispered. Mom shrugged. “He’s misunderstood,” she said. I went home that evening with a lot to think about.

the scout reveals, "Often, and usually around the time Skye works there." I grip the edge of my desk, fighting back the surge of rage. How dare he? Skye is my daughter, she is my responsibility, not his. But even as I seethe in silent fury, I can't deny the cold knot of dread that is settling in my stomach. Jayleen Silver is a Lycan, more powerful than an ordinary werewolf. And if he is truly Skye's mate... it complicates things. "Keep an eye on them," I order, my voice turning icy. "And report back to me with every detail."

on the road surface. 'What the fuck is that?' One of the men glanced over his shoulder and froze in horror, 'Oh fuck.' He hissed grabbing the other man's shoulder and turning his head to face the nightmare behind them, 'Is that a fucking Wolf?'

“But he is scary, right?” Taylor clarified. “Yeah, he can be a little bossy too - definitely scary,” Charlie repeated. “Scary. Scary isn’t good, Charlie,” Taylor described. “Can you imagine liking someone scary? It’s like adopting a pet cobra and hoping it cuddles you at night.” "That’s like crushing on a serial killer and thinking, ‘Oh, he’s just passionate about it’ -” “Stop! He is not a serial killer. He is just really serious, strict, and a bit scary!” Charlie objected.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

CAST - I raced through the dense forest. Shadows of trees streaked by, their skeletal branches clawing at the moonlit sky. The pack followed close, their pale white bodies glowing in the moonlight. Their eyes burned with a sickly green hue, eerily similar to Kat's human eyes. Her voice was louder than the cacophony of snapping twigs and guttural growls. She sat on the back of a massive white wolf, her hair whipping wildly as she screamed at me. “You kill them, or we will!”