Chainsawman Cat 소설 & 이야기

The nasty being finished grinding off the bones as well as the flesh, the sound like a soothing balm to my bruised ego. She starts screaming for more. "That's enough for today, but just pray the next victim comes soon" I tell the hyena and just as obedient as everyone is to my words, she went back into her cage and sits down. See, even the animals know who to mess with. My mind went back to that misery of a creature. My cousin's wife. "Welcome to the family, you are sure gonna love your stay here as I would make everyday more than hell to you" I promised, crushing the liquor glass in my hand and a few strands cut through my hands but I don't give a fuck about it.

"I said answer me! Don't make me repeat myself, kitty!" "Yes, I'm yours. Now please stop hurting me!" The Cat whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks. The Lycan grinned widely and leaned down to give the Tiger a feverish kiss before pushing him further onto the ground and thrusting deeper into the Cat. The Lycan's lips trailed down the Cat's torso, sucking at his chest and kissing swollen hard nipples while using his free hand to cup his cheek. His tongue traced it's way up to the Tiger's left ear. The Cat shuddered under his touch, arching his body upwards to meet the Lycan's Kisses, his lower half rolled, making the Lycan's monstrous cock dive deeper inside of him.

There would be no repeat of his hands on me or in me. A nasty growl had my head snapping up to the ring. Mason had been wounded, the smell of his blood permeating the air. His opponent had partially shifted and managed to claw Mason’s shoulder. The deep angry red lines oozed blood. Like a wild cat, Mason growled. His chest puffed out and his frame became larger with anger. A warrior by the name of Simeon. A large werecat who got a lucky scratch in suddenly began shaking as Mason stalked toward him. The warrior shifted into a large honey-colored cougar snarling and growling. Suddenly Mason leaped toward the warrior, shifting midair. I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a larg

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

Although, only Finlay had the ability to see in the night. Finlay fought Catidy, dodging whenever it tried to claw or bite him. It was larger and beefier than he was, with white skin and round dots like a cheetah but he was more powerful than it could ever be. The beast was coming to Finlay at a full speed when he hurriedly shifted into his human form and caught its throat with one large hand. Catidy roared and tried to free its neck from Finlay, trying to use his claws at Finlay but the force from Finlay's grip was too powerful. He was consumed by rage. How dare the damned night beast capture his wife and try to eat her?

If Catherine were to harm him in any way, his mother wouldn't let her get away with it. Catherine rose to her feet, her captivating eyes sweeping across the office until they fixed upon her grandfather's display cabinet. On top of the exquisite wooden display cabinet were various collections, including a leather horse whip that was a beloved possession of Vicente. A faint smirk of disdain crossed Catherine's cold and impassive face as her gaze fell upon the whip. She approached the cabinet slowly, taking the whip into her hands. Suddenly, Catherine turned around. With a forceful crack, the whip struck next to Johnathan's feet, making him instantly step back in fear.

While still pondering, the Chinchilla cat in her arms suddenly growled fiercely and then jumped down from her embrace, positioning itself protectively in front of Emily. "Kitten, come back quickly!" Emily wanted to hold the kitten again, but she saw the man snort and laugh, saying: "Don't rush to save it. It may be more formidable than you think. How amusing. You didn't even notice you were carrying a cat. But... Kitten, are you sure you can defeat me? Protect her? Your owner shouldn't underestimate me."

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 tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.