Wolfoo Cat Novels & Stories

I pop open my eyes and look at the edge of the woods. I see a wolf standing about twenty feet from me and it feels like it is looking at me. This one is different from the one I saw yesterday. This one has milk chocolate fur. I stand up but instead of backing up slowly and going into the house like a smart person would do I talk to it. “ Hey there, handsome. You startled me. Where did you come from?” He tilts his head and has his tongue hanging out and his ears pinned back. He looks goofy and I can’t help but giggle.

The dumb feline darts at me, scratching me across the face and I snarl, the sting burning me and I grab her around the muzzle. I feel something breaking as she claws my hand before I throw her across the room. She hits the corner of the chest of drawers hard, and I’m satisfied when I hear something break. She lets out a pitiful meow before her tiny body tumbles to the floor. Better. Stupid cat. What kind of werewolf keeps a cat, anyway? I glance down at her neck. This one was a little different… but he said it would accomplish what I was failing at… The little pinprick on her neck is already healing…

The mere thought of that was unbearable to Slav. Jokingly, he remarked, "Who knows, I might even stumble upon a Luna." Standing watch atop the highest peak in the woods, as he did every full moon, he observed the human world from a distance. Another remarkable aspect of this fierce and bloodthirsty Alpha was that, despite being alive for 28 years, he had never found a mate. He had never experienced the intoxicating pull of the mate bond. He had searched and waited, but as the years went by, he had given up and embraced a life as a lone wolf.

"You do not look glad, Alpha King." Alphose countered. Wolfariane Daminor Throne spared him another glance, "I do not have to look glad to be glad, Alphose." "Of course, Alpha King." "You're dismissed." He inclined his head slightly and faced the door. "Oh, and Alphose?" "Yes?" He turned. Wolfariane finally put the signed documents away and looked at him fully, "You are a mountain lion, and you are starting to seem edgy. As a man who is a mountain lion and a werewolf, I can tell you that there is not much difference between the two species.

To say I have lost it would be a small word, I went crazy, I yelled I screamed, and my wolf form came on its own to provide comfort, and protection, for me. I roared, I smashed most of the room, I almost broke it down, but then my brothers had to calm me down, they had to pull me back to reality, this isn't the witch incident all over again, this was Iris, our kitten, she wouldn't betray us, she's just playing.

"I heard you tried to touch her again and she stabbed you. I can see it in the way you are holding onto your chest. She will not come quietly. Yan Sha will slip away somewhere quietly where you'll never be able to find her again." "Wei, Jungpi, Yan . . . there are three that must fall. A cat is curious as to what is going on through the wall. I can lure the phoenixes and strange them in my wrist. Lion is only a bigger cat. The same tricks will get me the prize that I have been seeking for quite some time. If you doubt me, maybe you should stay here longer to recouperate."

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

But, keeping my irritation inside me alone, “Let’s see.” “You better must have something good in your head, I cannot take this man calling me kitten or cat. I am a bloody wolf, that too the Luna.” Willow warned me sounding the same as me irritated at his overconfidence. “What? Again Willow is saying something?” He questioned and I turned to him with my smile widening on my lips as his curiosity seems to be a lot when it comes to Willow. “Yeah, and guess what? She was just suggesting names for you and your wolfie.”

No doubt, no guild, no hopelessness, no shit. Don’t give up, when you can give in to me. Don't let her ruin our perfect symbiosis. A pained moan escapes my lips as my human brain pulls up a picture of her. Cathwulf. My Cat, my mate. The wolf howls a painful howl, he wants to run free to get rid of the images plaguing him. Fuck ! I can’t do it any longer, not like this. But the damn wolf is relentless. It turns my body around and I reluctantly have to see my legs seek back to the beach.

His voice is soft, caring. I don't want to miss this. I don't want to need anyone ever again. I was cast out from my own pack. I swore I'd only rely on myself from now on. But dammit it feels good to have someone look at me like they care. "It's okay," I say, "I appreciate it. Wiley," I say to the cat who is kneading Fulvio's lap with her claws out, "cut it out." Fulvio laughs. "I have one of these too," he says, "She's about eighteen years old now. She found us when we first got her."