Wolfoo Cat Novels & Stories

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

For a werewolf who had a hard time dealing with cats in the past couple of years, she cares so much about this creature and all other animals she used to hate after her awakening about fifteen years ago. "Alright. Fine. I'll do it." I agreed and looked at Harley in the eyes, and I saw a small sign of life. Well, with this kind of disaster, I believe she won't reach her ninth life. Death is only her escape. I concentrated and held the popsicle kitty tightly, and I began melting the ice surrounding the animal's body. "Get me a towel, Babe," I asked and held the wet cat that kept flinching while trying to escape from my hold.

July 24th marked their second wedding anniversary. Catherine stared blankly at the date circled in red on her calendar, her heart heavy with mixed emotions. 'Two years, and he still hasn't fallen for you! I'm starting to doubt if he's really your destined mate,' Leora's voice echoed in her mind. Leora was Catherine's wolf, a fierce battle wolf. But since Catherine herself avoided solving problems through fighting, no one knew about the battle wolf within her. Catherine remained silent, her hand resting on her belly as she absorbed the pack doctor's words.

Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow. She stood taller than any ordinary wolf, her shoulders wide and powerful, her breath fogging in the cold night air. Her growl rumbled through the trees like thunder.

She reminds me a lot of a cat. Her existence has given me life. And ever since I met her, I exist only for her. For her and because of her. I have no other purpose except to enjoy the moment and love Jolene Duvarak. Her existence means everything to me. It means my wolf was right: he doesn't belong in a pack, he's different. He's a lone wolf, not an Alpha. And he has a mate already, a human one. Turns out, our mate is this little black cat. I couldn’t be happier.

Before them, was a seven foot tall black cat, standing on her hind legs. “I am Roowl. Alpha of the Mrawlers.” Astrid swallowed. “Cat people?” Roowl growled. “We are not people,” she spat. “We are Mrawlers. No relation to you snivelling viruses.” Sigwulf moved up close behind Astrid to protect her if he needed to. He was not sure how, only that he would. “I apologise for the unintended offence, Roowl. We have only come for my necklace. We have been told that it was entrusted to you. Give it to us and as I said, we will leave and not return.”

She was no small wolf. Willow's coat was dark brown, and thick, a good sign that she was able to survive outside of her human skin. She felt her front claws dig into the tile as she chuffed and shook her fur. Anyone in the club would see that she was truly an Alpha-born female. She growled deep, lowering her muzzle in a defensive posture, alerting both of her mates she didn’t have time for this posturing.

Day turned to night and on a whim, I enrolled myself through an online program. I sat back and stared at the screen. “I did it!” It had been so long since I had done anything for myself that I could hardly believe it. With the excitement and a constant itching of my skin, I knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Wolfes are largely nocturnal with more cat-like instincts despite being part of the canine family. My wolf was mostly laid back, requiring little attention, but I knew the signs and symptoms when she wanted to be free, and I knew the repercussions of trying to hold back the transition.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

Well, she kind of did jump him at the time. "Think of the difference in mating instinct between dogs and cats. The female dog does nothing more than wave her scent around the male. But the female cat will call out and writhe on the ground and scream to get the attention of a potential mate. Multiply that by twenty fold and you have the Vlkolak female. The Werepanther genes are very strong in these women." "What else have the panther genes done to them?" Alistair needed to know.