Mommy Wolf Novels & Stories

'Madonna! I cried out happily when I saw the familiar face running with me and by her side as she held Kayden's hand, who was also running with us. She ran with us out of the house, and I looked over Madonna's shoulder at Daddy. He was still fighting the big, scary wolf. I watched in joy as Daddy jumped on the wolf's back, tearing his furry skin out, and the wolf whined out in pain. Daddy is winning.

She asked and I nodded. “I do, but all I is mere stories. I want you to explain to me like I’m five,” I told her and she nodded, clearing her throat with a ghost of a smile. “Okay. A wolf mother is a legendary wolf whose birth symbolizes the impending unification of a wolf pack, territory, or kingdom. A wolf mother has the power to control; her words could influence all werewolves, including rogues and even tainted wolves. The awakening of a wolf mother was difficult and required a strong mind, which is why we don’t get to see or meet them often,” Gilly said, and I thought back to the time before I met Vito. I was cared for by a wolf mother. I was beginning to understand how much of a privil

“If your mouth does not eat your supper, Mommy will be very sad in her heart.” At the exact mention of the word Mommy, a tiny flicker of life sparks inside Malek’s hollow eyes. He turns his head fast. “Do you think Mommy really knows what I am doing?” “Yes, there is a special magic bond between a mother wolf and her pup,” I tell his ears, kneeling down by his seat. “Her spirit knows exactly what your inner beast is feeling, and she knows the exact moment when your mouth is not eating food.” “And if my heart misses her scent super much, does her wolf know that too?”

Clara felt like she stepped into a time warp. "Since you're a...new wolf you will be at the bottom," Roxy said. "Sorry about that, but maybe someday a solider will take interest in you, then you could move up." "Or you could get pregnant," Nicole added. "Yeah!" Roxy didn't hide her excitement. "When you're pregnant and have a young kid the Alpha takes pity on you, but unless the father is someone important once your kid is a teenager you lose the respect again." Clara's mouth hung open. She had a Master's degree in art preservation. These women seemed to think getting pregnant was a respectable way to get ahead.

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

"Mom, what if I don't have a wolf? I haven't heard any indication that I have a wolf. I really don't think I have a wolf. I don't want to embarrass you or Dad. Could we please just have a quiet dinner?" "Dear, you have a wolf. Your Father and I are confident. This party will celebrate how special you are." I sighed and tried again, "Please Mom. I don't want a party." My Mom looked hurt, but it was fleeting. She recovered and spoke in a confident tone that brooked no further argument "Dear. You have a wolf and we will celebrate your coming of age." I sighed, knowing I wouldn't win and mentally added the party to my list of things I was worried about and dreading.

I said calmly, though something dark stirred inside me. “Crimson Fang is cruel to the weak,” Jane began. My mother leaned forward. “Go on.” “I had my wolf,” Jane said, her voice trembling. “But… she died after their so-called experiment.” The words struck like a blade. My mother’s hand froze midair. My father’s spine stiffened. “They said it was for research,” Jane continued. “Said they wanted to understand the wolf better.” I felt Dallas stir, anger flaring hot beneath my skin.

I let out a small gasp seeing one area of my skin begin to omit a slight lavender glow. "What does that mean?" I tore my eyes from my belly looking at Sadie. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a small smile," that one of your children is a wolf." "One?" Gerwulf's hand stilled and he shot Sadie a glare. "Yes. One," Sadie sighed as she picked up a blue vial," remember dear... you are a hybrid. A hell hound technically, so-"

That’s crazy, and even I know that wolves can do no such thing! My mommy used to read me stories in bed, and maybe because she can’t be here right now, Sierra came to do it instead. She’s a Queen so she can come home when she chooses, but my mommy is a warrior, and she has to stay away and protect us from the bad men who came to the mountain to hurt the wolves. Mommy is really strong, and fast, and such a good fighter for being a farmer wolf, so she said it was important that she went with them to chase the darkness away.

The brothers silently nodded while attentively looking at their mother. “I came from a well-known werewolf family because of the fact that it was a dominant all-alpha family throughout the time its name got established within the corporate world for many generations. Being an omega in that family is dubbed as ‘preposterous’, when strong alpha genes dominate and throughout the whole history of the family, no omega was being recorded.” Tears were welling up in their mother’s eyes when Luke took the tissue holder from the other side of the table and placed it near her.