Mommy Wolf Novels & Stories

"Where exactly are you and your mom from?" I stopped chewing as my mother’s warning flashed through my mind. "We're from the Poshta Pack," I said, trying to sound certain. "Oh, I should have known," Millie retorted, a sudden look of understanding crossing her face. "Why should you have known?" I asked, curious. Millie instantly looked apologetic, as if she hadn't meant to speak aloud. "I've just heard stories that the wolves of that pack keep themselves entirely isolated from the modern world, choosing to live more like their animal forms than humans. I'm sorry if I offended you."

“Would you please help me with the kids, guys? I’m gonna take her to the apartment now. If she sobers up, we’ll come back later. If not, I’ll let her sleep.” Siel instantly protested, “No, just give me coffee… please… I don’t want to miss the storytelling time!” “I agree, V. Myron and R will start telling stories soon and Siel might miss it,” Di piped up as she continued drinking wolf wine. “Wait… Myron your Personal Assistant and R are here? So, they’re wolves too? Are they mates?!” mumbled Siel, already half-asleep. “Yes, they are, Elena,” chuckled V, handing her a cup of very strong potent coffee, with her preferred amount of sugar and cream. “Now drink up…”

He and I were sitting on the visitor's chair facing each other with the files heaped all around us. I felt bad for a millisecond then shook it off because despite his efforts to connect me with one of these ‘eligible wolves’ they just weren’t doing anything for me. My mate had to be out there. Wasn’t he? I was a normal, healthy wolf from a strong bloodline. Even though my mother was human, I’d been born with my powers and I’d developed the way every other wolf pup had, reaching my milestones at the proper age. Except for that of a mate.

She quickly processed the information she'd received and reached a hand out tentatively to touch the girl's shoulder. "Your mother was human when you were younger, sweetheart. This time it is different because she is a wolf as well as human, and it is the wolf part of her that is grieving the loss of her mate. I am sure you understand what that means for a wolf, how primal that instinct is, how it can overcome everything. It isn't that your mother doesn't love you or want to stay here with you, honey. It is her wolf that is in control now and it is to the wolf that we must speak and connect with. She needs a wolf pup, and there is only one here that I know of."

She had said it was a time when boundaries between humans and wolves were blurred, and those who were meant to be wolves would finally embrace their true nature. My mum had gotten her wolf at the age of eighteen, just as the full moon rose during the festival. She claimed she had felt a sense of belonging, capability and strength immediately. But I was nineteen and nothing yet, and that alone worried me. But maybe just maybe, this would be the year I would finally get my wolf.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

I shook my head, “Momma I have something I need help with and you’re not going to like it.” She sat next to me, wrapping her arms around me, “Brooklyn, I’ll always help you no matter what, I’m your Momma there’s nothing you could tell me that I won’t be here for you.” “Momma, my wolf,” I inhaled sharply, “she’s already here.” She moved off me, her hands on my upper arms as she looked into my eyes, “okay, she’s talking to you already,” she smiled. I shook my head, “No, well yes she talks to me,” I roll my eyes, “she’s not very nice Momma, she’s really angry and wants me to do horrible things to people.”

> oh { ya let's go } We slow to a stop once we get to the lake, my dad nudges me to the lakes edge with his snout. I walk over count to three and then look down at my reflection, my fur with the exception of my under belly is black, my under belly is silver like moms wolf and so are my paws and the tip of my ears { beautiful indeed } ( duh! of course I am! hmph ) { why are you so conceited? } ( cause I'm sexy and I know it! when we find our mate she will be impressed by my good looks for sure! ) { ughh please, mom is more important than a mate right now Conan } ( right, very true, let's go visit her I wanna see her too! )

Its dark eyes assessed her with a predatory glaze. After a few moments Adelaide relaxed her stance and moved to stand in front of the wolf. It growled in aggression as she neared, and she let out her own grumble, from deep in her chest, to warn it off of making any movements. “Submit,” She spat. Their eyes met as the wolf worked hard to resist her words. She recognised the wolf, it had been at the Moon Valley. The scent of purity clung to its skin, the scent of the Moon, and she wondered why it was here.

Alyson wasn’t scared, so why should she be? “Because Alyson has trained for this,” she reminded herself. “Stay back!” Jack shouted at her, and Everly found herself trotting now as the others sprinted on. There was a clash as the two sides met, her mom taking on two wolves at once to keep a small gray one who was doing her best to get around her to Everly from making the cut around the outside while she also battled a large brown wolf. Jack and Slate had three amongst them, leaving one for Alyson to battle on her own.