Wonderland Cats Novels & Stories

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

Hayward looked over at the princess again, smiling to himself. At least she's pretty. That'll make this more pleasant. "If you encountered some of these beasts, you might be less so," she told him, though she doubted he'd ever seen anything of the sort. The lush forests and mountains were an ideal habitat for many types of animals but especially large cats, five times the weight of a human or elf and ridiculously strong. Their muscular bodies covered in thick fur would send a chill into the heart of someone who had never encountered them, but he would get to see one soon enough.

The two were called down for dinner; during the whole course of dinner Catherine kept on chattering about her wild fantasies. 'Ryan, does unicorn exists?' 'Ryan, do you think... I am a little mermaid! Did I too lose my memory and came to land?. 'Ryan, do wonderland really exist? Can you take me there?'

There must have been all of seven horses and six hellhounds, with more that sat on the top of the surrounding wall. A series of explosions sounded in the distance, and I heard Gillian gasp, our focus still on the monsters and keeping the children between us, guarding them as best as we could. “Shoo! Get out of here you wretched beasts!” Bravely Gillian tried to scare them, but it wasn’t going to work. I knew this from my time in the concrete jungle of Mir. But I applaud her bravery and attempt all the same. I almost cried out in pure relief when a dozen or more warriors crowded into the gardens in their big cat forms, being led by a large and beautiful snow leopard with eyes just as blue as

"We'll figure it out. Don't worry." "Of course, we will," Wanda said, her smile evident in her voice as well as her eyes. "It's not like we haven't seen stranger things lately. I mean, a dog who looks like a wolf but is the size of a bear and moves like a lion? An elf who finds everything amazing? Those are pretty out there." Laci laughed, her face twisting into a grimace of pain from the shaking of her stomach. "I wouldn't let Kree hear you call him a dog. He finds it extremely rude."

The cat asked, its eyes started to glittered with tears. Ming Yue felt that name was familiar and when she saw its teary eyes, she felt her heart ached. But why? why her heart ached for this black cat? She clearly remembered that she had never met this cat before. No, crossed that. She had never met a talking cat before. "I am Ling Mao from the Witch Clan!" The cat exclaimed. "The Witch Clan?!" All three people spoke in sync. Ghosts and evil spirits, heavenly beasts and now witch. Somehow Ming Yue encountered more and more mysteries of the world, yet.. somehow she had a feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg...

She waves me off and leans down to pet a pure white cat with azure eyes. "Oh, its no problem Luna." I grin and look around her house. "Why do you have so many cats?" I ask while watching a grizzled one walk between my legs. "So werewolves don't come here...they usually stay away from the stench." My brows raised in agreement before chuckling. "You ready to go shopping?" Coral gave me an odd look. "Shopping?" I smiled. "Its where we go to a huge place and buy a shit ton of clothes," I say while touching the fabric on her body that Gloria lent her.

The ugliest part of myself that terribly wanted to kill the pest at my feet. He already signed his destruction warrant by calling my kitten a downgrade. I should just kill him off right now. Static screeches through my mind, until a different voice breaks through. “Nile!” It’s my little sister. I turn to see her holding a half-conscious Dymond up, sporting an urgent and horrified look on her face.

On the night of my birth the feline goddesses rejoiced. As I cried my infant cries the only clue to my feline heritage was my cobalt blue eyes. I am a werecat. My Pride is almost extinct they tell me, and I am one of the only werecats to be born in recent years that we know of. My birth was celebrated by some, while others tore their clothes and cried out with rage. It was foretold that a Princess would be born to save our kind. Apparently, this is me. Nobody asked if I wanted this, nobody cared that I just want to be a normal kid. As I stand in our enormous kitchen drinking a tall glass of milk I watch the caterers setting up for my eighteenth birthday party. This is when the fun wil

So we fought together, each of our kingdoms coming together to face off against the Vampires, witches and freaks who would rather see the world burn than to accept that we had already won this war. At some point during the battle I was pulled away into the caves of the ocean where I could hear the Atlantian princess wailing. I was surprised as I watched a vampire coming at me with super inhuman speed before a large black cat came leaping from a connecting cage to tackle it into the wall before ripping its throat out. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face knowing that the werecats had come to the rescue of the Atlantians in their time of need.