Scooby-doo Werecat Novels & Stories

Aleister gaped pausing his task. "Ohh, no. Never. Well except for my evil ex-boyfriend who was a monster both in bed and in person, but real monster's nah ah. Manticat and I always hold out our own for decades. He may not look like it right now but my little baby is a very ferocious feline." Ruby smiled directing a fond gaze at the familiar who had just returned from the house carrying a miniature version of Ruby's scythe. The feline swung the scythe to the tree bark making a small dent, he swung again more brutally making the tree shake since it was still young and lanky. A squirrel suddenly fell on him making him release a feral screech and brawl with the squirrel.

Wei Qian whispered to the other members. "tsk tsk tsk, You should stop watching those kinds of movie if you are a scaredy cat, Wei Qian ah.." Cao Feng whispered back. "Who the hell is a scaredy cat?!" Wei Qian growled while whispering, "Blame the captain for being weird!"

His hands moved fast, eyes shining like he was building a fortress to save the world from mutant invaders. “Then Papi gave me a mission to protect the cats! So Marble’s the gate guard. Pepper’s the shadow soldier. Spaghetti’s the bomb guy. But Spaghetti ate the cable. So Papi fired him!” Erick tried hard not to laugh. “Fired him?” Ash nodded hard. “He ATE THE CABLE!” I slid the pastry tray onto the cooling rack and wiped my hands on my pants. “We’re gonna need employment contracts for these cats if this keeps up,” I muttered to the oven.

Kataleya exclaims, going over to her and stroking her. “Damn, now I want to squish my little dumpling into a cutesy two-piece,” Azura says. “Can you imagine Phoenix in one, aww…” “My child is not going to wear two-piece bikinis… Secondly, how can you compare her to a fucking cat?” Leo asks smoking his cigarette. “That thing looks ugly-as-fuck.” “She’s my baby!” Skyla scolds as the three women admire Malevolent. Dante chuckles. “That’s not the first time Skyla’s subjected a cat to some strange stuff.” He says.

Acat nodded. A few days ago, she would have wet her pants laughing at the absurd idea of shape-shifting. Now? Giant spiders, unexplained events, and vivid dreams of hunting on four legs. God, I hope this doesn't mean I'll end up craving Whiskas. "I'm a werecat. Is this like a werewolf thing, where I change on the full moon and howl, or meow, whatever it is cats do?" "First off, we are of a much higher caste than wolves. Second, we don't howl. We stalk. Silently."

Ignoring the bright yellow caution tape running along it, Andrew and I climbed over the short gate and made our way up to the decrepit house. A hole in the where part of the structure had collapsed allowed us to walk inside without any obstacles. “So, what exactly are we looking for, Scooby Doo?” Andrew asked as he used his foot to start shifting around soot and other debris. “First of all, I prefer to think that I’m more of a Daphne or Velma,” I said, lifting up a piece of ceiling to see what might be underneath. “Second, you tell me. You said that we needed solid evidence before we confronted Pete and Chuck.”

Cota looked at me and lowered his head. “Let's get back and inform Nick and your father,” he said sullenly. Glancing back at the dead I said a prayer and followed after him. “So much for frolicking,” I muttered. Hearing branches snap I glanced upward and saw a black small human shape clinging to a branch. Stopping in my tracks I didn't feel apprehensive, just curious. “What is it?” Rinn whined. “It's a werecat like Sawyer, only much younger,” I answered and watched the creature jump across tree branches.

"Well, we only have four factions here. That includes the Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Werecats." "Werecats... I’ve never heard of them." "Well, you’d be surprised to know how many supernatural species actually exist. Werecats are quite similar to us Werewolves, except they don’t turn into the same cat species. Some can turn into lions, others tigers, and so forth, but they’re all big cats. I’m William, by the way. First year. And you...?" "Alex," I reply. "It’s my first year too." "Well then," he says. "I believe we’re going to be good friends. Come on, let me show you to the sleeping quarters. They’re upstairs. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping."

Swoosh! The Scented Phantom Cat's claws immediately tear the silhouette Caspian left behind into pieces. When it noticed that something was not right, the Scented Phantom Cat's gray hair stood on end just like a hedgehog. In a flash, the gray hair melted like a candle and then turned into a cloud of thick gray smoke, covering the Scented Phantom Cat. Soon, the Scented Phantom Cat in the smoke suddenly became fuzzy and hazy. In that originally dim environment, it seemed to disappear into thin air.

Marquis assured me. Marquis' voice was so familiar to me. I couldn't place it. I've never met a werecat before. I leaned into the crook of his neck as I climbed onto his back. I got a whif of his scent but came out dry to my memory. "Have we met?" I asked softly.'That's him! I recognize his scent... He's younger then when we first met him,' Moro told me. Glad to see Moro came running back. Looks like he sensed I wasn't dying quite yet. I'll scold him for leaving me later. I could feel Moro was tense now. I felt tense. I wasn't sure if I could trust them, now. "You're the vampire," I muttered softly. "Are- you a vampire?" Moro, you dummy. How can he be the vampire I met? He's a werecat.