Novel & Cerita Stories About Black Cats

Some would see bobcats, tigers, or mountain lions, but never a black panther. A coven of witches observed this phenomenom and set out to deceive the gods for their own selfish gain. They seduced the god with love potions and glamour spells. They succeeded and a child was born to rival all children. Beautiful beyond measure in her human form, with long dark hair, olive skin, and piercing blue eyes. On her tenth birthday she shifted for the first time. This was abnormally young for shifting and it is said that she shifted into a powerful black panther. This was the first and only black panther born into the werecat's world.

Eva Black is both distressed and guilty. She knew that letting that crazy woman into the Black family would lead to the current situation. She would not agree to anything. "Promise your grandpa first, and then explain to him when his anger subsides. The child she is pregnant with is not yours, and grandpa will certainly not let her enter the Black family gate." The corner of her eyes glanced around, and finally she saw Mary Kinson with fierce eyes: "The black family is not accessible to all cats and dogs. Even if someone tries to sneak in, they will be expelled sooner or later."

“Watch how the universe beautifully works—goddammit!” The blonde shook her head as she already expected it and watched the latter insert another coin. “Yep. Beautiful universe.” “Speaking of black cat, there’s this one black cat I met behind a high school while I was passing by one day. It was so cute so I fed him, and every day he waits for me.” Dakota had a serious face on her face as she concentrated in measuring the angles of the crane before pushing the button. “But one day, there was a girl feeding him too. I wasn’t able to see her face clearly since I was hiding with my hoodie, ‘cause who knows? They might report me for kinda trespassing.

“It was by chance.” “No, it wasn’t.” “It was…” “Really?” ~Flashback~ It started with a cat. A big black cat, I owned. As a kid, no one liked to play with the Dark Prince. Parents warned their children to stay away from me, because of my inability to control my darkness. My cat was a soul eater. It was the only friend I had. When it was discovered, Queen Zoraida made men eliminate it. I sobbed the day it died.

He was sweating profusely. Werecat-girl, dragged the woman out slowly, supporting her weight most of the way. Werecats are not as physically strong as werewolves, but they’re extremely flexible and agile. And she should be able to get her out. She’d get help soon enough anyways. “Are there any others down here?” I asked him a little out of breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s hard to smell anything here. I found them because of the noise. Do you smell anything?” he asked me.

A dark creature, like a piece of black jade, slowly appeared on the young man's shoulder. It turned out to be a black cat? The black cat's fur was all pitch-black, and its pair of cat eyes had traces of fierceness, as if it were not a cat, but a fierce tiger. In the depths of the cat's eyes, there were obviously various kinds of evil black lights flashing. At this time, when it saw Zephyr Khan, a stranger, it suddenly showed a trace of coldness. "A black cat?" Looking at the black cat, Zephyr Khan's heart couldn't help but move slightly and he secretly cried out, "Oh no."

Like I hadn’t faced enough threats for one whole miserable night, I just had to be in this situation? A fucking black wolf. Black wolves, as rare as they were, were born hunters and evil creatures that killed for sport, they killed even their own kind. Murderous by nature. Faster than a bullet. No one who encountered one had ever lived to tell the tale. And I knew I wouldn’t be any different. I would probably die tonight. "Please, please, Moon Goddess, don’t let me die like this tonight," I begged, trembling as I tried to block out the horrible noises. But my sharp senses picked up more than I wanted to.

“You were not supposed to mention Black Cat at all.” Her lips curl at that, a small spark of defiance lighting her face. “I'm sorry, Mommy, but everybody was talking about their pet.” I sigh. It seems this girl has an answer for every question I ask. “Alright. After school, we’ll go to the vet and get you a pet, happy?” Her face falls immediately, her lips pursed in protest. “What about Black Cat?” “Black Cat is not a pet.” How do I tell her that Black Cat isn't real, and that only she can see him?

That's when I realized a black cat was standing in the doorway. "Cat?" I was surprised. When did he come? Where from? "Nice to meet you, lycan king, Daran Carver," greeted the cat. "News of my arrival spreads so quickly," muttered Daran. Then, the cat stepped into the room where we were sitting. "In our world, news like this spreads hundreds of miles daily." The cat jumped and sat next to me. Can cats talk? I wondered. Is it some kind of fairy or magical creature?

“Everyone is scared of a particular cat, that black one.” She giggles, but still only to herself and inside her mind. While sitting in front of the children, and with her adorable looks, everyone is afraid of her. Why? Because she is a mere black cat. “How did this ominous black cat enter?” Ominous. The word rings in her ears, but she is all used to hearing and accepting from the mortals that only look at the color black as bad and whisper a dangerous call. “It must be a demon!” “No, it must be the demon’s familiar!”