Animal Fiction Novels & Stories

A law that probated any creature from the fantasy realm to set foot in the human world. La Croix had said that there could be an exception for some species if he thinks those are good for the human society and if they are willing to participate in a, what he called a cleansing program to get rid of the "animalistics" but as it has turned out that cleansing Programme that he had started did not clense anything! Some wolves were found dead afterwards and thrown into the woods and some others had completely gone feral and were either murdered by a special task force that was also introduced by La Croix, or they became rogues.

“She’s not entirely sure, just saying that her animals are being killed in pretty savage ways. She owns a hobby farm, a rather large one and has fences and enclosures for all her animals but she’s reporting that whatever is doing this isn’t breaking her fences or getting around them some other way so she’s assumed that it isn’t your average garden variety wolf or fox. It’s been 14 animals in the past two weeks, exactly an animal a night.” “So ritualistic basically.” Kinsley said as she put her phone on speaker so she could get dressed in dark jeans, durable boots and a long sleeve crimson sweater with a v-shaped neckline. She pulled her curls from the back of the sweater and let it fall in w

It is only until recently that I found out that these little ones can hold onto my curses and act as a medium! The same with how I shared the enchantment that I used to have them supply me with mana! So what if I created an enchantment that will enchant their bodies with one of my affinities… I quickly went through Akistor’s records of Enchantment mastery…and I found something really interesting… It came in the records by the name of [Project Enchanted Beasts]… The records described how Akistor worked on enhancing animals turning them unto [Enchanted Beasts] to reduce the labor on people

Fearless rebels who are the first to intervene when anyone nears me. These are my leaders, who keep the others in check and have seen enough of the world to know the dangers of those lurking in the shadows. Their eyes hold the windows to the other side and all animals can see beings in other realms. Most witches like cats because they have one foot in the spirit realm and the vison to see beyond the realm. I prefer birds, because they can fly further, gather in large numbers when needed, and see just as much while requiring less care. Animal sight to magick and lore has not been lost in the way humans have lost it, they can sense and see spirits of the dead, fairies, and fables galore, and c

Maybe it was what he had said about her mother being young and inexperienced. "Soon enough his perfect facade slipped after some years and your mother began to see some less pleasant sides of him. He loved doing 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 to animals: creepy experiments that usually ended in their deaths. He loved making physical and irreparable changes to animals. Your mother was a great lover of animals and she was unnerved and scared, but she probably thought, better on animals than on people.

Hulking, muscular, standing on all fours, nearly the size of a horse. I have never seen a beast before, but I've heard the legends. It resembled a lion, but was bigger, broader, its hide a deep black and its eyes a glowing yellow. I've heard of few sightings of this beast in my life, but I believed it was all fiction. Maybe that was because no one had ever actually survived an encounter. One look at Luna, I was challenged—my wolf was looking more courageous than even me. She has the guts, so what's wrong with me? I craved to save her the stress of fighting these huge creature. I felt the need to act fast.

But please accept my apologies. Tears flowing from both of our eyes. He was somehow bonded to me so close. Our wolves share some relationships that couldn't be defined. It's not out of lust. It's affection and friendship. But our human sides conflicting the feelings. I placed my palms over his hand on my right cheek and nodded my head.

My wolf is midnight black with blue eyes. She starts scratching under our neck. It feels so good. “Our mate really does love us,” Stefan says happily. “Yes I do,” she says. Stefan and I are shocked. She can hear us. “Yes I can,” she smiles. “Must be the mate bond,” I say. “I think it is,” she replies. Stefan is so happy he knocks her over planting licks all over her face. “Okay that’s enough,” I tell him. Stella is a giggling mess.

Thoughts swirled through his mind as the wolves sat patiently with their brilliant yellow eyes trained on him. Soon after he began to unchain them, one by one until they were all free...but they didn't run, instead they looked at him expectantly...then he heard a familiar noise. DING! Claude was given another message, it read; [Quest Complete! You have an Affinity for predators and a increased understanding of Canines with the innate ability to be seen as the dominant male or Alpha to Canines of your level or lower.] Right when Claude was about to voice his confusion another message came that was just as odd as the last.

The scent of honeysuckle tickled my nostrils. "What are you implying, wolf," I demanded loudly, causing Faelon to eye me strangely. "Nothing dear but you made that angel's heart begin to beat," she growled teasingly and I looked over at Faelon and shook my head. "Are you an angel?" I asked him bluntly. Faelon shook his head and growled, "I'm a mixed breed." "Welcome to the club," I muttered and showed him my shifted Lycan hand. "Impressive," he grunted and tilted his head once again like he was listening to someone speaking.