Scooby-doo Werecat Novels & Stories

Sweety and I quickly took our breakfast and left in search of Moon . Sweety sent me to a crocky place where I doubted moon would be. It was a wooden structured building with all sorts of filty animals . There were rats, lizards and a squirrel . I went in and asked the man seated in front of the house if he had seen any cat recently. He looked at me in a manner which made me shiver."Oh God!" The man stood up and started walking towards us.

"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.

What had taken her half an hour now only took a few minutes. “They can’t pinpoint where we are by the descriptions just yet. They are on alert, awaiting any more news from us.” “What other things can werecats do?” She asked, hesitating only a fraction of a second. He caught the brief hesitation. “You don’t have to worry. We don’t hunt people, and I would never hurt you. Just like humans, we are all different. Some are better at physical abilities, like hunting. I am better at the magic aspect.” With that he flipped over his hand and held out an apple. He winked as she took it, glad to see the fear erased from her eyes.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Fenrir asked me, as confused as I was. “Yes. I am.” Fenrir looked over at Kane and Dante for some type of explanation as to why I don’t know what a werecat is. Apparently werecats aren’t secrets. Some of us know exactly what they are. Why am I not surprised. [Do any of you three know what a werecat is?] [No.] [Nope. Never heard of them. Clearly Kane and Dante know about them.] [I read about them.] [Huh? Andrew, stop playing.]

He smiled back, which confirmed her thoughts and validated her emotions. As the monk spoke, the story spun itself around them. It ignited the imagination and drew vivid images. Clarissa sat back and allowed herself to experience the story. The monk’s story: In a time before magic was so everyday, there was a young werecat named Sarasha. She was a beautiful girl with fur as pure white as the snow and velvety black spots. She had emerald eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Her best friend was a human boy. The children were the closest that two best friends could hope to be.

the Werecat said with a flirting wink. Standing next to Aurora with his hardened member in Aurora's face. He pointed at his bulging muscles down to his member. "Can you handle this, pretty?" he asked and leaned forward to whisper into her ears. "I will make you scream out my name honey. You won't stand straight for a full one week?"

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

Sabrina asked. The cat meowed jumped on the wall and ran away. “Cat!” Coco came running. She found a lady sitting in the dark on the ground and asked, “Hey, did you see a cat?” Sabrina said in a hoarse voice, “Yeah, it went away.” “Oh.” “Was it your cat?” Sabrina asked the girl.

If my guess is right, it has been in this tunnel for a long time, and I am sure that it will know every way in and out. The loud screeching of the Nazgul and that of the skeleton jolted me out of my thoughts. "Aren't you killing me again?" The squirrel cat asked when it noticed my hesitation. "Or, you are afraid that you won't see beautiful creatures like me again." The dumbhead said, which only infuriated me more.