Wonder Woman X Cheetah Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cara whispered to the animals, giving it some cookies. "Wonder how your wolf would feel when she finds out you've been playing with dinner."Athena sassed, making me snicker. Cara let out a gasp at her. "How could you? Cherie isn't dinner. Even my wolf knows that." She whined, holding the squirrel close to her chest. "Yeah. Keep telling yourself that." Athena smirked as Cara went back to petting her squirrel. "Just don't complain when 'Cherie' decides to go out there and bring in more friends."

She also made several errors while filing basic paperwork. Cain had no choice but to step in to deal with her mess. Apparently, he had lost an alarming amount of weight, and his temper took a turn for the worse. "He's getting what he deserves," Ella said with a scoff when she heard the news. "What about Vera? Is she still by his side?" "Yes," said the wolf, who was sharing news of the Southglade pack. "Apparently, Cain's still keeping her as his Beta." "What?" Ella's eyes widened. "Has he lost his mind?"

She needed the bread more. “It’s fine. I’ll just gnaw on a bone. Pretend I’m a real wolf.” She said nothing. Just pressed the tray a little closer and I pushed it back again. “You know, I keep wondering why you even took the Omega mark,” I said after a while. “You weren’t born into it. And you weren’t mated, either. So what happened? You just wake up one day and decide servitude sounded fun?” Her lips pressed into a thin line. The question hung there, unanswered. Again.

I whisper, as I mull over Caterina’s vision of Creed’s future and it all starts falling into place for me. Two figures; one standing on top of our pack’s dead bodies and another whispering in his ear. Could this figure whispering be Cherie as she comes into her mother’s powers? The beast inside Creed is attached to Marle, and Marle’s daughter is Creed’s mate. “We can’t allow her to come into her power,” I murmur. “We need to get her back here with Nova so she can see what’s really going on. I can’t play it safe when Cherie might be a fucking Trojan horse we’re allowing inside with smiles on our faces.”

Although the majority of werewolves governed the planet and were not in hiding, my best friend kept me in the dark. I had a serious scowl and opened the door to discover a cheerful woman wearing an expensive yet simple brown suit. She was stunning despite having her hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail and wearing no makeup. "Miss Athena, I am Tamara Collie your personal body guard and I am here to introduce myself to you because you will be seeing me around often." She spoke sternly making me speechless by how thick her voice was. "B..body guard?" I asked confused then frowned deeply. "Tell Mr Valentin Rostislav that I do not need a bodyguard." My back was against the door as I turned an

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Survive. And then the stranger shifted, faster than thought, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Power surged from them, a dark energy that clawed at my chest, seeking to sever the bond entirely. My wolf roared, rising like a storm within me, as I pushed back, dagger glowing faintly in the Moon’s light. Arden cried out, pain and effort blending, and yet his hand never left mine. He was mine. I was his. That tether could not break, no matter the strength opposing us.

I returned back to reality on the cold hard floor of my room with my face wet in the darkness. More tears ran down my face as the love I had felt in those memories that enormous uncomplicated love sat in my chest now like something that had curdled. Because what had come after it was Cole. Cole who had watched his stepbrother fall in love with an omega pack house maid and had seen exactly what that love had made me which was trusting and entirely without armor. Cole saw this and used it with the precision of someone who understood that the fastest way to wound Xavier was through me.

Choice two, get shredded and turned into dog meat. As much as she hated choice one, choice two was even less appealing. She sucked in a deep breath into her still burning lungs and then she let it out in an almighty scream that echoed around the warehouse. She screamed for Jake, screaming louder than she ever had before. Her throat burned from the strain and head pounded. She held it for as long as she could until her lungs themselves screamed for oxygen. The whole time the wolf on top of her was getting heavier and heavier as her strength faded. Those snapping jaws slowly closing the gap between them and her face; its drool was dripping and flicking down onto her face with every clap of its

Novas' body begins to levitate, and her mouth opens with a scream of distress being torn from her soul. “No!” I whisper, shaking my head. I can not stand by and allow her to feed off Novas' pain. I have to do something. Without thinking, I rush towards the All-mighty mother, picking the chain leash that drags behind me, and I send it flying through the air, striking the she-demon bitch across the cheek. She staggers back, lifting a hand to her cheek with alarm, and holds her blood-stained fingers in front of her face. A high pitch scream tears through the craft as she raises her bright, wide-eyed red gaze to meet mine with her chest heaving.