Scary Cat Novels & Stories

A scream tore from her throat as she fell. She stopped herself from falling, reaching out for the tree in front of her. The animal swiped again, slicing through her same leg. She screamed louder, this time calling for Karel. Clinging to the tree trunk, she flipped around and stared at the massive beast. She couldn’t figure out if it was a pig or a dog. It looked like a cross between the two, with massive tusks and deadly talons. A blur jumped in front of her. She recognized the massive cat immediately. KAREL. Her jaguar.

I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again “What is that!?” I gasps, narrowing my eyes at the hideous monster in front of me. It was skinny and shaved, with soar around its collar. I could see the anatomy of its rib cage. It had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing its ear on the same side. Repulsed by it's ghastly appearance, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dirty white cat that had just come out of the dumpster.

She snarled at me, and I smiled. "Judging the book by the cover, eh?" I said to her and walked to my room. It wasn't long before I entered my room that I heard Lucian enter and call her to his room. The idiot was actually going to go through with it. I knew I had to stop him because he was making a huge mistake. I walked to Lucian's room, and he looked at me. I looked at Scarlett; she had that scowl on her face, but something else was radiating. I felt her fear. I could smell it. She was afraid of Lucian.

She didn't want him talking about the hell cat. "I agree. I told her as plainly as possible that I wanted nothing to do with her. I thought she finally understood. On the way back here, riding in the truck, I felt her eyes on me and turned. No one that age should carry that look." Dmitri shuddered and glanced down at Nikka. "She terrifies me." His words broke the spell of jealousy and Nikka's cat laughed inside her head. A big strong vampire was afraid of a small three-legged she-cat. It was almost as if Dmitri read her mind.

What terrified the calico cat most was the fox's grin, its tongue lolling out. "Help!!" The calico cat screamed and turned to run. The fox gave chase, its sharp claws scraping against the debris, sounding like the harbinger of doom. The calico cat glanced back to see the fox pursuing her, Sheffield Castle collapsing in the background.

"Oh really? This is just a taste of my madness. After I take his woman he would come to face me himself and I will be waiting," the werecat said with a grin. Sara was still standing behind the Alpha when all of a sudden, a cat hit her hard sending her few meters away from Calhoun. Seeing she was sitting in the midst of hungry and fierce werecats, Sara trembled in fear. She could clearly see the red and two colored eyes of the cats.

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

Scarlet picked up the cat in her arms. "Lizzy..." April let out and then closed her eyes. "I swear you can be overly dramatic sometimes." Scarlet laughed rolling her eyes. She stop laughing when April wasn't moving or making a sound. "April." Scarlet rolled over the cat only to see that her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. 'Oh Hera what happen to her?'

“Get off my face, don’t call me Brittany, my name is Tiffany, co…” A loud growl erupted the air, and before I knew it, I pinned her back against the wall, I grabbed her jawbone and then my face inches closer, I hated it when she referred to me as a scary cat, calling me a coward is the same as referring to me as a scary cat.

Snowy, usually feral, hung limp—dead asleep. Bubba and Missy didn't react either. Heads down. Out cold. Still talking, Alan moved to toss Snowy into the tank. "Don't!" I shouted. "I'll leave. Just don't hurt them." Only then did he fling Snowy back at me. "Smart. Get the hell out. Come back and I'll feed you to the crocs too." One hour until the apocalypse. My fully stocked home? Gone. I was out on the street with my three cats.