Werecats Breed Novels & Stories

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

I see her eyes flick in my direction before returning to the lake in front of us before she asks. “The shift is the only thing scaring you, is it, sweetheart?” I lower my eyes and take a shuddering breath. “No, it’s not…” I take another shuddering breath and continue before she can ask. “WereCats are not like WereWolves. Werewolf females go into their heat after meeting their mate and when in heat they only want to mate with their mate, however, when a WereCat shifts she goes into her first heat and she doesn’t care who or what male mates with her as long as she gets the relief their touch and fluids supply…”

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

She always spoke softly to Tyron. We all looked at her curiously. How did they differ? She clicked her tongue before answering our questioning stares. “Well you guys use your wolves to heal, were-cats use our felines, but we purr and the vibrations are soothing and healing, sending like magnetic waves through our bones that help us heal better.” Note to self, read up on were-cats. The conversation had to come back around to me and my wolf again. I groaned. I was really getting fed up with it. I have always been a freak and now I would never not be a freak.

Cyrus glanced into the rearview mirror. In the vast, boundless snowfield behind them, it felt as though something was following. He could not see anything. Yet his instincts told him, with unsettling certainty, that it had to be that powerful cat monster. "So it really can't bear to part with Barbara after all?" Cyrus muttered. Cats were the hardest creatures to understand. Domesticated pets aside, stray cats and village cats that lived half-wild all retained strong feral instincts. They never truly trusted humans, and taming them was extraordinarily difficult.

there, Jamie puts up a joyous smile on his face when he mentions, “Like the one in The Aristocats.” The Aristocats. That was an animated musical film from Walt Disney back from 1970. I remember watching that, there were a lot of cats in it! The Duchess and Thomas O’Malley have three kittens, and Marie is the middle child, and she is a Turkish Angora too! “Oh.” now I understand, “That is why you put pink ribbons on her.” Marie from the film has one on the head too, and one under her neck, which Jamie’s Marie has them too.

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”