Erza Cat Novels & Stories

Zeta Eli sat on his knees and, with his hand, began measuring the claws that appeared to be a werecat in the dirt. The claws were long and curved like knives, when they moved, they could cut into the dirt with the ease of slicing through butter. His skin was black in color, which easily emerged in the darkness of night, so Zeta Eli could only see his eyes. They were so large that it seemed as if they were looking into his soul. His eyes were dark yellow, like the sun, and there were white dots all around his pupil.

My heart constricts painfully at the thought. I felt a movement on my leg, only to see Ezra, snuggling close. "Hey Ezra," I bend to pick her up. She meos at me, making me giggle. "How is my little cutie doing?" I ask, gently caressing her. She purrs in pleasure. Ezra is one beautiful black cat, with blue eyes. I found her seven weeks ago, laying in a brown carton, close to the forest. Grandmother had sent me to cut some plants to make herbs for Ketura who had fallen ill.

The plan was simple, if a bit suicidal: hit the water, let the spray blind the tracker, and let the current carry us beyond the pack’s border. ‘Yeah, yeah,’ Era panted, her mental voice ragged as her lungs burned. ‘Less pep talk, more speed, Ana. You’re hogging the oxygen.’ Even at the brink of exhaustion, Era was a smug little thing. She was a hybrid wolf, faster and sleeker than a common werewolf, and possessed of a sarcasm that could wither a cactus.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

"Thank you for helping me untie. I need to get Carla out of this place." Ezra untied Carla and said. Her face still maintains a cold expression. She looks like a professional bodyguard… "Er…Erza…Can you help me get out of here?" Emma was a little awkward, she asked. She didn't have much hope that Erza would agree. After all, they had only met for less than ten minutes. Furthermore, Erza's job is to rescue her owner - Carla, the thirteen-year-old Italian girl.

But before Ezra could close the door, he crouched back down next to the box to check if the terrorizer had left a message other than a pathetic dead gray cat. Disgusted, Ezra shifted the dead cat by the lid of the box. Under the dead cat he found a piece of paper covered in blood. But the message is very clear because it is written in black marker and very large. YOU WILL DIE MILA. JUST LIKE THIS CAT.

My wolf, Era, was stirring within me, she is hypersensitive to any sign of disrespect as she feels a strong attachment to Zane. 'Let's kill the bitch, Becca. What a boldness!’ she snarled while baring her claws. ‘Keep your cool, Era. Remember, where we are surrounded by humans and bound by rules."...

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

"How do you know?" Oscar looked at Era's backpack on the table. "As a law-abiding citizen, you have an ID." Era dramatically closed her eyes. But that did not diminish her original intention. She tried to push Oscar's hand away. "I have to go." Oscar stood firm. "You're not going anywhere. This is where you should be. Near me. Luna should always be with the Alpha." "No," Era insisted, shaking her head, and pushing away Oscar's hand that tried to hold her. "I'm no one's Luna. As you know, my name is Azera. Azera Cordelia Ross. I am Era and I have to leave right now."