Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

Three years ago, my father ran into a burning building and carried my wife Vanessa out. He came out of it with scorched lungs and one leg gone. Vanessa sat by his hospital bed and cried all night, swearing she would honor him like her own father for the rest of her life. Three years later a storm drowned the city. My father was trapped on the fourth floor, and every breath he coughed out came up with blood. I called Vanessa, who ran rescue dispatch, forty-two times. She didn't pick up once. Her only reply was, "Your father can hold on. Save the ones in worse danger first." But five minutes later, someone posted a video in the residents' group chat. Vanessa was piloting the only medical boa

And then, as she rose from the ground, I was struck by her size – she towered over even the largest of wolves I had ever encountered. "Two of my wolf couldn't even come close to matching her height," I murmured. "What is she?" I shook my head slowly. "I don't understand. She's... she's unlike any wolf I've ever seen." "That's because she's not just any wolf," my wolf said. "Don't you see? She is the mother of all wolves." I blinked as my eyes widened in disbelief. "The mother of wolves? But... that's impossible. Such a creature doesn't exist!"

I shift back into my human form. I point at the black wolf in front of me. “Your father is a murderer. He killed thousands of innocents, including my mother’s pack. Leo Kingsley.” I say with a growl when she shifts back and I gaze up at him. Why do male wolves have to be so damn tall? You would think I would be taller than 5 foot 10. After all, my dad is 6 foot 9. “Just like your father does.” I growl louder at his words.

Human. Then reality returned. I heard movement outside the door. Soft. Controlled. Familiar. A knock followed. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dante stepped inside, his expression neutral but alert. His eyes flicked briefly to Vittoria, then away. Respectful. Careful. “Report,” I said quietly. He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Your mother is scheduled for cosmetic surgery today. Private hospital. Discrete staff. She is attempting to remove the... 'damage' to her face that your wife caused.”

"No way, this has to be fake. That can't be a real person!" "Exactly! That doesn't even sound human. She's using a robot to fool us!" Mom's face was drained of color. "No, that's impossible! Something's wrong! "Elsa, get up! Don't play games with me. You're doing this to spite me, aren't you?" However, the robotic version of me didn't move. Mom began kicking and hitting me, as if pain could somehow wake "me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength.

“I’m only here because I realised my grudge against the people here is not worth missing out on my daughter walking down the aisle.” “Thank you, Mamma.” She nodded and whirled around to Matteo. She stepped before him, his height towering over her. Staring at him from top to bottom, she brushed her fingers on the lapel of his suit and met his gaze. “Do you ever stop growing?” Mamma’s words brought a smile to Matteo’s lips, a genuine one. He nodded. “Some would say no, but my height has been the same for the past ten years.”

far to the right-center of the bed was his mother. Ezekiels mother, Glen, was not what one would expect to see after seeing her four sons. Compared to her children Glen was nothing like her very tall, muscled, black, gold, and dirty-blond haired alpha male children, who not only outweighed her but out stood her. Glen was a small woman, five eight, and a half in height and a buck fifty five soaking wet. She was laying on her side, a long skirt, and a willowy shirt tussled as though her sleep wasn't restful.

“I miss you, Mom. I really do.” Damon’s mother mirrored his before she leaned to kiss his forehead. “Now go and be with your lover. I like that kid.” She let go of him as she turned her back against him. The next time she spoke, her voice became colder. “I have some matters to settle with your father.” Upon remembering his father, Damon shifted his attention to the gigantic five-tailed wolf situated a couple of meters from them. He was unmoving as he watched the mother and son interaction. A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows upon seeing an unfamiliar look from his father’s eyes.

Eden asked, a sense of confusion building in the pit of her stomach. "Your mother was one of my kind," Dorian said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She was a wolf… a good one with a kind heart." I leaned in to hear more about her, "can you tell me more about her? Her name?" I asked. "Well I don't really know much about her, but I heard that your mother was a remarkable woman, Eden," Dorian said, his voice softening. "She was a wolf of great strength and courage, but also of great love and compassion. She fell in love with your father, a human hunter, and together they defied all odds to be together. They were a true love story, but their love came at a cost."

And I've never felt bad about it. If I'm doing it again, for this little mate of mine, then she can be well assured that if I'd ever lie about anyone at all, then my mom would be last on the endless list. "She was one of the strongest female wolves I'd ever seen, Dani. And she always had those cycles, for seven days every full moon. Do you think I'd ever find it weird when my own mother lived with it for centuries?" I asked and she shook her head gently, unconsciously wiping the tears off her own face.