Werecats Breed Novels & Stories

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.

She shrieked, rushing up to me to grab the girls in her hold. One thing I love about the Werecats is their ability to shift both day and night. Not every werewolves can do that, since they’re called the children of the night. It’s mostly the special ones that possess that gift. Special ones like Cadell, and maybe myself as well. “Can we visit anywhere that has cute children? And maybe get them to shift to into their cats?” Derby asked Trent, playing with the girls. Before Trent could respond, Mom said, “That’s if you won’t die from cuteness overload.”

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.