Mommy Wolf Novels & Stories

I nodded, knowing that already. “Do you know what that means?” he asked, looking concerned. “Is it supposed to—“ I paused when it finally clicked in my head. Only a mother wolf could be a purely white wolf. And that happens only once in a millennium. The northern Luna Queen, who was Axel’s mother, was a mother wolf. There’s no way I was also a mother wolf. “That’s impossible...” I whispered in disbelief.

“Our kind have waited for a Wolf Mother for centuries. I could not harm you, no matter what. I’m a werewolf, after all. The witches only use me for their purposes, and they’ll discard me in the end anyway. Harming you would be like selling my own kind to them.” “Wolf Mother?” Lyra asked, exchanging a glance with Julian. She expected Julian to find it ridiculous, but the look on his face was serious, as if he found nothing wrong with Anna’s statement. She looked back at Anna. “You are wrong.” Suggesting that she, Lyra, was the Wolf Mother had to be the joke of the century. The Wolf Mother was a legendary figure among werewolves who rarely appeared. She was the most powerful of all werewolves,

I stood before three hundred wolves, no podium, no prepared remarks, just truth. "My name is Mona Silvermoon. My mother was murdered when I was three days old. I survived sixteen foster homes, each one ending when my phoenix nature showed. I was beaten, starved, locked in basements. I was told I was an abomination." My voice didn't shake—these wounds had scarred over long ago. "The Pure Wolf Council says I'm dangerous. They're right. I'm dangerous to their vision of a world where children like mine can't exist."

The eight cursed wolves struggled against their bindings. Terror poured off them in waves. They knew what was coming. Knew they were going to die. “Release them,” I said to my mother. “Now.” “No. They made their choice when they refused. Now I make mine.” She drew symbols in the air. Ancient. Dark. Wrong. “The ritual begins at moonrise. Whether they are willing or not.” “This is murder.” “This is survival.” Her eyes were cold. Dead. Nothing of the mother I remembered remained. “I spent ten years searching for another way. There is none. So I will do what must be done. What you are too weak to do.”

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

My heart was beginning to thump. Hurt me? "Continue, let's hear it" I muttered. "The thing mum was holding was zendaya's wolf" she paused. What? Does she have a wolf? I thought she was wolfless" I asked, dumbfounded. Yes, she does have a wolf. A powerful one at that. Mum and Dad locked it away. Actually, mum forced Dad to do so. "But how? Is it possible to lock someone's wolf?" I asked, confused. "Yes, through the help of a witch" she explained and I nodded.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.

Getting to have a meeting with three or more is already overwhelming, talkless of gathering in a party of the overrated underground Mafia. [It's not bad to try] My wolf chirped in my mind, he has been quiet this whole time. "Tsk, Amir. We shouldn't poke our nose into what isn't our business.” [Fine] He retreated into my mind. I wiped my neck with a mini towel and took out cold water from the refrigerator and poured into a glass. Amir is a special kind of wolf. An Arctic Wolf. My mother will always praise me with proud eyes for blooming into a rare and special wolf like Canis lupus.

Aisha's eyes shot to the Alpha's, seeing them glazed over, she bowed her head lower. "Yes, Little Omega. I have met the Mother of Wolves. She's cold, she hates what she created in the wolves, she is now locked in Pandora's Tome of Sadness. I remember it all. I am a lot older than you and your compatriots believe me to be." He smiled.