Swat Kats Fanfic Novels & Stories

Sarah sighs, "not a woman, a little girl, her name is Sapphire. The girl loved my boots so I sent her a pair of boots. She's waiting, can we go now?" "We can, we certainly can. I didn't even know you met a woman let alon got close enough to her you sent her daughter a pair of boots. Let's go," he says and storms out of the room. "Why is he so pissed?" Sarah asks Katrina. "I don't know, but I guess he doesn't like the idea of you frolicking around town." Katrina's choice of words makes Sarah pissed. "Frolicking? I'm frolicking around town? God, I can't believe you two," she says and storms out after him.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** (Siobhan’s P.O.V) (Dream) I’m walking through the halls of my college dorm, greeting everyone whose door is open and looking for Wyatt. Wyatt and I have been together for a few months now and I really couldn’t be happier. He’s a werecat, a tiger shifter to be exact, from a Pride here in New York and we met in our abnormal psychology class. We had been inseparable, even though we aren’t mates, that didn’t matter to either of us, we loved each other. I’m not paying attention to what is going on around me, my mission of finding Wyatt is the only thing I’m focused on when I feel a hand come around my mouth and his scent engulfs me: he smells like leather and cognac.

He squeezes and lets go of my hand. “Was that Surge you were talking to?” I blush a little and look away, “Yeah, we hung out today.” She looked at me long and hard before stepping out of the doorway, “Katherine, don't do that. Don't hang out with people like Surge. He's trouble, and plus he only wants one thing from girls.” She keeps her eyes tightly on the floor. Rachel is different from the last time I saw her. We both have grandpa Riley's piercing blue eyes. She has jet black hair, her nose has a small gold hoop in it. Her dark makeup makes her blue eyes pop more. At the top of the stairs, She pulls a joint out of her cigarette pack, “Don't tell my dad ok?” I just nod and we both squeeze

Katrina shouted, sending blasts back, trying to distract Shit Witch from attacking me. It worked, sort of. Instead of focusing on just meant Shit Witch had to divide her attention as she tried to attack us as we flanked her. As Katrina moved into position, August made his move, lunging at Shit Witch, putting the last bit of our combined energy into emitting a blinding white light.

she muttered. “Do you know me?” Katya asked, looking into her eyes. Scarlett raised her head and then nodded. Katya brushed her hair backward again. “You don't know me, you don't know any of us. If you do as little as tell your father what happened here, I will kill you. I will kill your mother. I will kill your father and then kill Savannah and Austin. Do you hear me?” Katya asked. Tears rolled down Scarlett cheeks and she sobbed before shaking her head. However, Katya repeated the word and then hit her.

Katara clung to him, her sobs merging with his steady heartbeat, finding solace in his unwavering support. As the minutes turned into hours, Sean listened to every word Katara uttered. He let her share her memories, her fears, and her dreams, absorbing the weight of her burden as if it were his own. In that vulnerable moment, their connection transcended the boundaries of their contract. Their hearts entwined, entangled in a bond neither of them could deny.

I felt a sense of trust growing between us, sharing stories about my past, family, and the challenges I have faced as an Alpha. This conversation led to heated moments, emotions running high in the confined space. Despite our differences, a deep connection formed, eventually culminating in an intimate moment between us, where we mated, our bond strengthened by our shared experiences and mutual trust. This moment marked a significant turning point in our relationship, forging a deeper connection and solidifying our partnership as Alpha and Luna. "I know this isn't an ideal situation," I admitted, my voice tinged with concern as I watched Harriet examining our temporary shelter. "But in a way,

Ritian didn't reach that far when he started to freak out. Katya can talk to him in telepathy, and for the second time he's been branded as a murderer. The world won't just quit making fun of him. "I should've... brought all my clothes and my things." He stepped on a hole causing him to flail for a moment and fell face planted on the ground. "Damn. Hurts." "I'm sorry." On the crook of his shoulders, the cat hang on for dear life. She didn't even flinch when they crashed. "If I can cultivate again, I will have enough power to help you."

I didn’t know which felt worse at that moment –the pain from Alpha Rafe’s rejection, my almost bleeding arms or Catalina’s comment. I moaned my pleas, hoping Catalina would at least have mercy on me but she smirked instead and planted a feathering kiss on Alpha Rafe’s lips. “You heard the lady, mute omega, raise it higher!” The guard growled. I obliged immediately, not minding the bolts of pain that shot through my arms. For fear of being whipped or Catalina making another heart wrenching request, I kept my hands up until I heard her say. “That's enough. She can bring her hands down now.”

His heir would again die, but this time even before he was born. "I will leave it in your hands, I will go with the males to hunt," he walks up to his female, but looks toward his daughter again. "If you try to do anything, I will gather all the wolves and kill everyone in the hunter's village." Sasha can hear the truth behind his words, and it makes her heart even tighter. Kratos gives his mate a kiss on the forehead and leaves the torture room. Kathe walks to the table and puts on her gloves, picks up the key and approaches Sasha; carefully, so as not to hurt her further, she opens and removes the collar from her neck. Kathe tries to carry Sasha, but she does not allow her mother's touch h