Werecats Breed Novels & Stories

I tell them what I remember my grandmother telling me. “She is right, we had eight were bears in the pack. We even had eight werecats in the pack. Werecats have been wiped out since then, unfortunately.” Dimitri states. We all sit there in shock. We have all heard the stories of were cats. They are not house cats but usually big cats like tigers, lions, leopards, and so on. No one has seen a werecat of any lineage for at least 200 years. That gets me thinking.

"Snowy's injuries are almost healed. Sir, would you like to come see her with me?" Snowy was the name I gave the white cat. Since Katie had a mild allergy to cat fur, Snowy had been staying at a veterinary hospital. In the dim car, Ian rested one hand on the steering wheel and looked away from the rearview mirror. He narrowed his eyes at me slightly and smiled. "Sure." Katie, whose foot was halfway out of the Porsche, stopped. She immediately sat back down and stomped her foot furiously. "No! You can't! Today is your birthday. I promised I'd spend it with you. How can you leave with this wretch instead?"

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

Mom stroked my long dark hair and simply said, "You know you are different from the other kids. I think it's time you know why." Mom went on to explain to me that her family, dating back thousands of years, was descendants of an ancient Egyptian Pride of werecats. As the feline blood thinned from generation after generation of marrying humans, our breed was almost gone. She told me that she was a werecat too, and that she had some feline abilities, like the thought transfers. She was sad when she confessed that she had never been able to shift. She had seen so many feline traits in me already that she was now wondering how we were going to deal with it.

He chatted away as he led me through the back of the house to his study. “Likewise, do you ever age?” I laughed, relieved by his warm welcome. “It’s these werecat genes, they run strong in my family.” He proudly patted his slim belly. Tristan ScarClaw was in his late 50s and not a grey hair in sight. He still looked like the man I met a little over nine years ago during my time here in Andora. He was tall and lean, with dark blond hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is on the much lighter side, of were-cats. Anyone would think he was albino. His family lineage ran deep, belonging to a rare clowder of cats that hailed from Andora. Their specific tribe resembled snow leopards - their family comi

Dash looked up at Caldwell with innocent eyes, seemingly understanding as his little mouth parted into a happy puppy smile. Just as Seraphina and Caldwell got into the SUV, a soft, faint meow suddenly echoed. Seraphina was stunned. She looked at the man in the passenger seat in complete surprise. "You keep a cat?" As werewolves, their innate nature usually leaned toward canines. It was exceedingly rare for a werewolf to choose a feline as a pet. However, she watched as Caldwell set down his backpack. Inside lay an incredibly elegant white Devon Rex, wearing a pearl necklace.

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.

"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."