Animal Speak Novels & Stories

They can hear and understand human language, so communicate with them. They have specific responsibilities that do not bother them. Allow them to return if they so desire, and they will return to safeguard your environment since hazardous animals are attacking ahead of you. They are to defend you and your family in your absence. To avoid confusion, don't talk to anyone, put some water in your mouth, and go silently to the coast; the animals will follow you there.

Anything to keep from thinking about the wolf, injured in battle. “Wolves communicate with their minds?” “I’ll explain only if you make your spicy sauce.” I did, of course. And that was how I learned that wolves, in any shape they were, didn’t need to speak aloud like humans to talk among themselves, even from a few miles away. Brenan explained that was how baby wolves communicated with their wolf mothers right from their birth. If the mother was a human, the children only learned to speak with their minds as they learned to change, when they were ten or twelve.

"Hmm. Yeah, I hear it. Loud and clear." "Oh. My. God…” I muttered, half to myself, half to him. "This is officially the first time in my life I've seen a wolf speak actual words. Not growls. Not mental link chatter. Actual words!" I mean, everyone knew the rule: shift into wolf form, and you lose the ability to speak like a human. It's mind-link or nothing. But this wolf? He was breaking one of the most essential traits of a wolf that I knew. Then Erick dropped the bomb.

Kohl smiles at the sweet beings who were as knowledgeable as newborn babies. "Go, live your life." Lucien makes a face as he sees the animals leave. 'Lucky mules.' 'Unlucky human, hahaha!' Lucien raises an eyebrow at the mules who strut away to live their lives in the wild. "Do you understand them?" "I do. In fact all werewolves can talk to other animals." "Interesting." "But, it's a little difficult to catch on their accents. They're different than us." "I see." Kohl was very much intrigued by the werewolf.

They all howled in reply before leaving. -- They had been travelling for two days, going south. They stopped twice already, one to rest for the night and the other one to quickly hunt for their meal. While walking, his father slowed down his steps to walk alongside him. He looked at him questioningly, as much as he can in his wolf form. Since they cannot communicate verbally like this, they still understand each other, it’s a form of communication in their pack where they communicate using their minds. It’s not quite telepathy, more of a feeling rather than communicating with words like they do in their human forms.

“Am I going crazy?” He relaxed and smiled. “It’s probably your spirit animal,” he told me. “They can be vocal sometimes.” My eyes widened; I had no idea they could speak; nobody had prepared me for that. “It doesn’t always happen,” Harley admitted as if he could read my thoughts. “But there had been some cases that it does.” “Does your animals speak to you?” I asked them. “Not usually,” Xaden confessed. “I can feel his emotions and I basically always know what he’s thinking because he’s a part of me. But he doesn’t usually speak with words.”

My tears halt and amazement fills its place, “our baby is talking to us? How? Through our minds?” “Exactly that,” Deacon grins, “it’s called mind-linking. We- as wolves, can talk through a form of telepathy. I guess this little guy has it down to a tee already.” 'No like waiting! I want bacon! NNNNOOOOWWWW! ' The voice screams- now I know- in my head and I wince. “Loud isn’t he!” I groan, rubbing my temple. Deacon laughs at my expression and hands me a rectangle of my sandwich, “eat before he starts going off on one.”

"You think it’s normal for wolves to talk?" "Isn’t it?" I asked. His frown told me I had said something strange. "Before mine left me, she told me I was too weak to shift. She spoke to me." "You heard her speak?" His voice sharpened. "Yes," I said quietly. He studied me so intently I shifted in my seat. "Is that wrong?" After a beat, he shook his head. "Not wrong. But rare. Most wolves don’t talk. I know of only one who can."

Then it came again, longer this time, it was soft and sweet, and I found myself smiling, though I was not sure why. “Sapphire, what is that sound?” “It’s a bird.” Her tone was tired, and I knew she needed to sleep. “It’s singing. Birds communicate by chirping and singing.” “It’s so beautiful.” I laid there, just enjoying the melody. Leaves moved nearby and my eyes snapped open again, my head rolling to the side and my gaze landing on a small, furry animal. It was round, with tall ears and a nose that was moving up and down quickly. As I watched, it froze, starring back at me, before turning and racing away at an amazing speed. It was cute but clearly not a threat since it was now gone.

"How can someone end the life of another human being so easily?" He scoffed, "Who said it was easy?" "He made it look easy ... is it not easy for you? How many people have you killed?" "Killing is an animal instinct ... a self-defense, to protect someone you love, or you were trained to do it because it's necessary ... like a dog ... you can train a dog to kill and make it think it's doing it to protect you." "Were you trained to be a mercenary?" He didn't answer. She turned to look at him in the eyes, "I have a proposition to make."