Her Little Wolves Novels & Stories

“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.

Painful howls rented the air as the sound of bones breaking and blood sputtering filled every corner of the forest. It was a gruesome sight, yet the sound of a little girl whimpering seemed to pierce through the bloody scene. “ Momma! Papa!” The little girl cried, walking into the midst of the giant wolves fighting. She was just a pup, not more than six years, yet she braced into the fierce battle. She was eagerly searching for her parents. Her chubby little feet made her look like a rice ball.

Emily and Liam set out on a mission to build their own formidable wolf pack, known as The Red Teary Moon Pack. They traverse vast territories, seeking out wolves from different backgrounds and uniting them under a common purpose. With each new member, their pack grows stronger, their bonds forged through trust, respect, and shared experiences. As they journey through forests and across rugged landscapes, Emily and Liam encounter wolves with unique skills and stories. They listen to their tales of survival and perseverance, their triumphs and tribulations. The pack members come from diverse backgrounds, bringing a wealth of wisdom and strength to the group.

Everything was same like the day before but it was not the same for the little wolf. He was pounding against the memories, heaving in the background, distress shown on his little face. The little wolf went to the place where his family was mercilessly killed. He was in pain. But he was not alone there. Someone was looking at him stealthily, hiding behind a tree. She was an alpha female, very young to understand what happened to him. The little wolf was crying, so she came near him. For a moment they stared silently into each other's eyes, as if trying to be friendly to one another. They wagged their tail and tongue lolled out.

All alone. Ryan watched her from the side of his eye, still locked in his tackle with the first one. Everything turned to slow motion as he watched the girl break neatly inside the formation of the giant wolves. There were seven, eight of them. Their furs grey, covered with layers of snow. It meant they were travelling from lands further up North. Nobody knew much about it. Actually they all thought those were barren lands. But their sizes and strength proved otherwise. An intriguing discovery for Alpha Ryan.

She was such a fake. She acted like I had done something terrible to her, like I had broken every bone in her body but I didn’t even touch her. I didn’t lay a single finger on her. All I did was lose control for a second, and yes, my powers reacted but she was a wolf. A strong, grown wolf. She would heal from whatever pain she felt. It wasn’t like she was a human made of glass but she kept crying like a little pup, milking everyone’s attention and Kellan gave it to her.