Her Little Wolves Novels & Stories

The female wolf refused to eat the food, that was when he remembered that she was a wolf and wolves had their type of food. “My mistake, your wolves don't eat this kind of foods. You feed on flesh meat,” he spoke to her as if she could understand his words. “If you don't mind, I'll quickly run out to hunt for an animal for you, please be patient,” he added, then he hurriedly left the house.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he would even agree with my uncle, while he continued, “The wolves left you alive because they don’t kill children, and now look, that same little innocent girl they left is now about to wipe out their entire existence.” “Taylor—" “If those wolves had killed you too when they attacked your home nine years ago, do you think we would be here planning this revenge? No, right? Exactly,” I let out a sigh and brushed past him, exiting the conference tent, completely ignoring his words. Our camp was set up in the woods just a few kilometers away from the Moon Howlers' pack. We were about four thousand hunters from different families around the wo

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

Wolves that did not carry the scent of Silver Moon. My mother wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was just these wolves and I knew one of them was a woman. Had they purposely lured me out? There was no time to think as I got into action. I gripped the dagger tighter as the first wolf lunged at me. I ducked, narrowly avoiding being ripped apart by his claws. Stepping aside, I avoided his second attack. Then I slashed down with my dagger, slicing through the wolf’s side. I aimed at his torso next but this time, he knocked me off my feet with a growl.

The softness in his voice as he finally spoke did something to my heart. “Whenever a particularly brave or selfless wolf met their end, Lunette would sometimes find them and offer them a second chance. Before Sephtis could get his hands on them, she’d capture their soul and strengthen their body. They wouldn’t age or fall sick, but they could be killed in battle.” A small smile played at his lips. “She’d even take their mates when it was their time, but my favorite were the children. Any time a child, be it wolf, lycan or mage, died too soon, she’d find them. Once—a very long time ago—I enjoyed training them. These wolves lived in the Lunar district in the city of Dusk and Dawn, a place Lune

“This is the life!” In the past, we invited a visitor or two for the night to curb our hunger, but never here to explore and enjoy the suite. She was the first one. I slowly peeled off my robe, and put it to the side, as she excitedly dipped her head in and laughed as the bubbles exploded around her body. “Fagua, how did you know we were wolves? I assume you are not one?” She shook her head, “I have the power of something. Pa would say of smell. Ma would say I have gifts. I don’t know, I just knew. Sometimes. Well, not often…”

"Beatrice of Crescent Moon Pack, age twenty-six, current Luna with three years proven pack management experience. This is a clean voluntary transfer with no legal complications." Voluntary is a lie but auction houses prefer polite fictions. "Lot 23 possesses exceptional skills in financial planning, territorial negotiations, and crisis resolution," the auctioneer continues. "She comes from respected bloodlines and has served her pack with distinction. The starting bid is one million dollars. Do I hear one million?" A paddle rises in the darkness beyond the lights. Then other and the bids come faster than I expected. "Two million, do I hear two point five? Thank you, two point five. Three mil

Leenie beanie” I'm not okay but I say smoothly yeah I'm fine just had a beer with dad I think I need to go lye down for a moment looking over at Gaia mom says “ come here girls lena is not feeling well could you all keep her company until dinner is ready monaye starts whining “ ugh mom I hungry now can I have a small bite before I have to tend to the golden child” I yell out “ hey I'm not the golden child it's always the last child mom would never let me eat before dinner and look at her practically feeding you !” mom looks up guilty as charged cupping monaye’s face giving her a big kiss on the forehead monaye squirms “ mom stop they are going to talk about this forever “ we head to Gaia an

She said in a slightly sleepy voice with her eyes opened halfway like someone trying to not fall asleep. “I promise I would stay until you fall asleep.” I said and she smiled. “Do you want me to tell you a story?” I asked. “Yes.” She replied to excitedly now fully awake, now sitting up. “Tell me! Tell me nanny!” Hazel moved around in excitement. “Okay Hazel I will tell you a story my aunt used to tell my cousins when they were younger, it’s the story of how Lorena a beautiful nurami with the kindest of hearts became the most loved Luna of an ancient wolf pack.” I said with a reminiscent smile.

she hung up the call. I tried to call again but her line is busy. I received a text. "I'll take the book of next week to the old meeting place. Be careful if what you said is true that there are wolves with such markings. They are not ordinary rouges or wolves even vampires. They are one of the sub group of the Desert Spider Wolf Pack — The Rising Sun Spider Pack and the best killers of witches!" I was stunned and nervous about what my cousin said that's why I immediately call Carline.