Wolfoo Cat Novels & Stories

You felt it the moment you touched her' the voice of his cat said in his head. Landon is a werecat. Trying to stay hidden as there are still hunter looking for them. Werewolfs came to the conclusion that werecats are a danger to there specie. Being able to move better and sometimes yield magic. Nevertheless it forced them into hiding and finding their mate almost impossible.

QUEENETH'S POV. After some minutes, I was standing on all fours, my fur was so white that it glittered under the moonlight. My friends turned to each other screaming. “She's different, just white,” Aisha said. I was very anxious to know why they’re surprised. I looked at my wolf and asked her. “Why are they gasping. Is it something special?. “We are a pure wolf, Queeneth, which is very rare; in fact, it does not happen. Everybody has a combination but we are just white.”

Maybe it’s the instructors in wolf form. Or maybe it’s… something else. “Stop,” Olivia whispers suddenly, grabbing my arm. I follow her line of sight. Across the line of trees, three wolves prowl slowly in circles. Their fur is dark, sleek, each with a glowing blue batch tied to one of their legs. Their ears flick, alert. Their steps are light but confident. Those are Blue-category wolves. They have ten points each. Olivia leans close, her voice barely a breath. “I want to ambush them. If we can get even one batch, we’re ahead.”

She looked like a high schooler who had a crush on one of the hottest guys in class, whereas she was a 200 hundred-year-old Faewolf. Miriam had been a maid the day she was born and now grew into serving the BlueMoon pack, She and Iasha had now become best of friends since Iasha was not allowed to associate with any Faewolf. The trip to Iasha's bride-to-be's house was a very quiet one, which made Iasha more worried that something was just not right "Mom, is everything okay?" "Huh", Mrs Owens was lost for a moment and forgot how to act, " I mean everything is fine.... What could possibly go wrong?"

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.

She's a very pretty wolf but Mom and Dad said I have to keep her hidden, they never told me why. I knew I was special, Mom always called me 'her special little wolf'. Others got their wolf at age 16, Alphas got theirs at age 14 but I've had Jas since I was 8 and besides, I've never seen anyone with a pure white wolf and golden eyes.

Not fast enough to raise questions. As they circled the field, he observed. Kael ran like a battering ram—powerful, aggressive, careless. His dominance bled outward constantly, pressing against weaker wolves, forcing submission without effort. Kael — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Raw Strength Combat Style: Overwhelming Force Mentality: Bully Dominant Current Rank (Unofficial): Top Tier, Unrefined Lykos ran differently. Silent. Efficient. Every step measured. His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it.

The same wolfman twisted my arms behind me, and I grunted, “Oh hell no.” Lifting me to his face, he asked me about what I had said, and I hissed. Then I asked, curiously, why he was being so rough, which gave him pause. “Considering that you are a Vaewolf, female, I highly doubt that this even fazes you,” he asserted as I continued to stare into his dark, unmoving eyes. Refusing to blink, I raised my black brow and the corner of my mouth at him for not faltering as well.

Eva asked him shining her newly colored blue eyes at him. Luca smiled and said "You see, a Wolf will not protect what he has until he's challenged by another Wolf who wants to take it" "Huh?" Eva said and Luca stood up and patted her head and said "Soon you'll understand Eva" ~~~~

My form stood at the same height as my human self—180 centimetres—towering above the warrior's wolf. Like my mother's wolf, Calliope, Clio's fur was pure white, catching the light in a way that seemed to make her glow. Her eyes, the same brilliant amethyst colour, shone with power and confidence. I knew my appearance was as formidable as it was beautiful, and as I stepped forward, I let my aura pour out, filling the room with my dominance.