Wolf X Cat Novels & Stories

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

He sorted through the order of the tracks for a long, long time, and then put it on repeat nothing more than an open message. Maybe my fantasy played out against the backdrop of frenzied hormones, and I invented everything for myself, but the male voice, bawling in English, made me think deeply and for a long time. About Jan's sanity. And about mine too. "..."S" - simplicity, "E" - ecstasy, “X” is just to leave a mark, because that’s the only thing you really want…” Strongly suspecting that this was how the werewolf was testing me for strength, she turned indifferently towards the window, looking first at the flickering country landscape, and then at the familiar cottages of the village in w

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

As a cloud passed over the moon, plunging them into deep darkness, he lowered his head, intent on capturing her mouth and finally tasting the lips of the woman who haunted his every waking thought and dream since the day he'd met her. Before they could touch, sharp claws raked his back and a heavy body tumbled him aside. Rolling to his feet, four of them as he changed back to his wolf, he wasn't quite quick enough to avoid another swipe of claws. Lucky him, he faced a very angry cat, a male cat who took offense at Chris seducing his woman. Couldn't really blame him, but it didn't mean Chris would roll over and bare his belly. Not if he wanted to win the woman who haunted him. He assessed his

The air buzzed with tension as Catherine and Bruce circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce exchange. Then, with a thunderous roar, they lunged at each other, their forms colliding in a whirlwind of feathers and claws. The ground shook with the impact as the two powerful Tyrex wolves clashed, each determined to emerge victorious.