Wonderland Cats Novels & Stories

Couchs sat against the large windows and a counter wrapped like a horse shoe in the back. "Go take a seat and find your kitten." He told her as he headed for the counter. Willow took a corner spot by the window, gazing around at the beautiful felines that roamed the room. From short haired to long haired. Maine Coons, Siamese, even a few Sphynx scurried about. Willow didn't want to seek one out, instead she wanted one to come to her. One that would recognize what she was and not run away. Like Tiki.

Wendy fumed whenever she recalled how Gordon looked at Victoria. "While the cat's away, the mice will play. He thinks he rules the world after throwing his weight around in that place. He lives under a rock!" Meanwhile, Gordon was telling off his subordinates next door after embarrassing himself. One of his lackeys with bruises all over his face spoke up, "That woman is gorgeous, no doubt. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as her. She's even prettier than those celebrities I see on TV. "But, she'll be difficult to deal with. No one will risk going up against her bodyguards. We better keep our hands off someone like her."

The movement of his arm revealed that he was reaching out to touch Aceli, just to make sure his niece was okay. "Go!" Pandora turned her face away. She was startled again by Aquela's loud voice. The woman was sobbing and frustrated. But Pandora was worried about her father, who had appeared from below. He quickly stepped on the stairs, rushing to reach the top. It was horrifying to see one of Kingston's cats approaching her father there. Pandora didn't know what kind of cat it was. She wasn't familiar with these animals. Some of them looked almost identical, except for the large striped tiger.

Let him tell you what to do. We will all die... - Katrice has become defenseless in front of Reeta, she is advancing! “Something’s wrong with these creatures, they don’t cross the Borders…” Haven't crossed before... – Or maybe it was a wild beast?.. – timid hope could be heard in this voice. - How, beast, so that the beast inflicted one blow on everyone and left the prey? “Where have you seen such claws on animals?” - Catrice is doomed!

She shrieked, rushing up to me to grab the girls in her hold. One thing I love about the Werecats is their ability to shift both day and night. Not every werewolves can do that, since they’re called the children of the night. It’s mostly the special ones that possess that gift. Special ones like Cadell, and maybe myself as well. “Can we visit anywhere that has cute children? And maybe get them to shift to into their cats?” Derby asked Trent, playing with the girls. Before Trent could respond, Mom said, “That’s if you won’t die from cuteness overload.”

“Have you ever heard of the Tribe of the Cats Luna?” I hesitate, then whisper, “Yes…” He pivots, eyes glinting. “Yes. My mother belonged to the Tribe of the Cats Luna.” “No… wait—hold,” I snap, urgency clawing my chest. “You mean the tribe known for their dominance over every wolf-cat?” He nods. “Yes. Exactly.” “No way,” I exhale, awe lacing my voice. “I heard their tales in the East, while with my Aunty. They can sync their wolves to all cats—seemingly controlling their very instincts.”

The silence reigned until one of the cats got up and answered, "My greatest wish is that I can return to live in the city of heaven!" Silence. The kitten looks at the starry sky and takes a deep breath, breathes, breathes, and when it looked like it was going to explode it blows all the air in the sky. The breath of a kitten is usually not enough for a dandelion, but it was not a normal kitten. He blew, blew, and blew. And his breath shaped the clouds and gave them texture and when he was finished, the city of heaven arose. All cats were astonished.

Its fur was completely snow-white, and its eyes were as clear as pristine lakes, with long, curled eyelashes. Its gentle and cuddly appearance made it irresistible to Sage. "Oh, you're back, Ms. Joyner." At this moment, Wanda came into the living room. Sage nodded and couldn't resist petting the kitten in the cage. "Mr. Holcomb, you're here, too," Wanda greeted. "I'll go get some water!" As Wanda went to the kitchen, Ian said to Sage, "This cat is a Chinchilla. If you like it, you can keep it."

The cat approaches his owner, pacing his feet, feeling protective while he looked at Max with the same mistrust. "Wait for me here, Max, I'll be right back." I went into the house with Wanda and the cat. She closed and locked the door behind me. Her house was full of plants, crystals, glass bottles with something inside. She smelled of some herb cooking. Maybe chamomile. I liked that smell. Inside Wanda's house was rustic, I don't understand how other people don't like it and even she is scared.

He glances in the direction of the two boys who just took off and hisses, “Idiots. Andy needs to get looked at too.” “I didn’t throw him in on purpose,” I meet Quill’s blue gaze, and I see it soften. “I know.” His voice turns hard almost instantly. “We should let the counselors know about this. Let’s head back.” As we begin the trek back, I’m unusually subdued. My mind is racing with possibilities. What just happened? It couldn’t be real, right? This healing speed was almost supernatural! I shudder. Everything about this place is weird. “Have you ever heard of piranhas in streams?” I ask, slowly.