Weird Cats Novels & Stories

Her huge, bloody mouth opened and closed slowly as she forced the words out. I nodded. "It's really late. Don't worry. I'll help you find some skin to wear tomorrow." She nodded like an obedient kid. The livestream chat went dead silent. After a while, someone finally typed, [What the heck is going on?] [Nine people took the stairs, and four of them are already dead. And this girl rides the death elevator, babysits the freaking bloody lady, and survives?] [Am I the only one impressed that she kept a straight face while calling a blood-soaked, skinless creature "gorgeous"?]

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

He was starting to get a headache! “I am a cat!” Said Fluff in a patronising tone. “Well, I know that!” Snapped Richard “Oh, for chao's sake! Cats can travel to different realms with ease. How do you think they annoy my brother so? They can do it because they ignore the rules of reality. For some reason, Mother Universe and Farther light made them that way!” The Crone explained.

When her legs finally gave out, she crumbled to the ground. “That’s the biggest cat I’ve ever seen,” she mumbled, not caring about the fact that there was no one to hear her. “That had to be the biggest cat I’ve ever seen! What was it doing here? What kind of cat was it? Could it have been a bobcat or mountain lion?”

"Mother! Tell the priest to take it back!" An angry furry ball bare its fang at the thousands of furry beings present that were looking pleased with the banishment of his twin sister. They claimed she's cursed, because she was the first of their kind to be born with a snow white fur and eyes that changes colors. The exact qualities mentioned in the prophecy. But the enraged cat finds his sister one of a kind and of course, family. He didn't want her to get hurt.

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

I told her. "Oh...," retorted Cali. "You to have understood that my brother doesn't need your help, he doesn't even want mine either," said Cali. "He just feels protective of us," she again told me. I nodded. Cali went on her way leaving my room. "Do werewolves rejects their own mate?" I had to ask recollecting what Kate had said. "Yes, they do sometimes," said Cali. I didn't expect Alpha Deucalion to do so to Kate. I mean she was a beauty anyone would have wanted.

"Well think about the Great War against the humans. Werewolves took over the United States completely for us. A lot of humans died before the treaty. A few years after we won we now let humans come and visit and some even stay and marry a Werewolf. Everyone hated humans back then but now no one cares anymore. This could be like that" "No Elias. Werewolves know they're superior to humans because of their abilities, that's why no one cares. The problem with me is that my abilities are better than yours, and I can do things you will never do. The problem is jealousy and power. Because of my abilities I am seen as more powerful and then I am seen as trying to take all the power. I could care les

Ruby praised smiling at her transformed familiar who coughed out a few feathers. "I still can't believe that the tiny weird cat you call pet is a large monster-murdering winged panther. Guess you can't really judge a cat by his size." Aleister commented watching the feline monster fly up and take on a murder of nevermore all by himself to cover them both. "You didn't really think that I'd get a useless familiar who eats a ton, did you?" Ruby questioned spinning her scythe to slice off a wendigo in half.

As he spoke, he looked at Carl: "This one looked even less like it. So tall, all dressed up in a suit. Just didn't seem right for our place." Carl really wasn't a good fit, and as everyone knew, he was a neat freak. Especially for this kind of "wild game." Other guys could keep a cat and, when flirting, say, Wanna come to my place and watch my cat do a backflip? As for Mr. Jenkins, he didn't even deserve it. Because he really thought the cat smelled. Back then, even Ancient Ferocious Beasts like Chaos. He would always pick up the animal with a handkerchief, throw it into the river, and tell it to wash its fur well.