Muddy Paws Book Novels & Stories

I whispered back, folding my arm under my head. “Cal hasn’t watched the jungle book So here we are. Join us.” “Yes, Mommy, Join us. It's great and you will love it. The wolves are big big ones… very massive like Hazel. They have Hazel’s fur too,” Cal rattled in excitement bouncing up and down. “Come on mummy. I will show you Mowgli. He is a boy like me.” “Mommy,” he huffed when he saw I was not making any attempt to get up.

“I did nothi-ing, h-hik, I-I forgot everything and was locked up in some shallow space all decorated with stones. After everything their ancestor did to me, a beautiful prison is what they built as an apology! A BEAUTIFUL PRISON! “All I knew was that I had to sit there all day eating and doing nothing, only escaping once in a while, and even if I was being used I had to as it was my only entertainment. Even until I was branded, all I regretted was how no one came anymore until… he came. “He knew what I wanted, he promised to humor me if I followed him and I did… hik, then I meet you… hik… I can’t even tell you how much I like you waahhh!!!” Childish and high-pitched like a little girl’s, Paw

She landed face-first into a patch of dark, wet ground and let out a muffled whimper. I crashed to a stop, laughing as much as a wolf can laugh, which sounded more like a series of short, breathy huffs. I walked over to help her up, but as soon as my front paws hit the dark ground, I felt them sink. It wasn't just mud. It was thick and heavy, a bog.

“But isn’t there a black wolf monster too in this forest? The monstrology book in the library said so.” The lilac mushroom fairy pointed to the puppy with its fingerless right hand. “Take a look at the side of its head, there are two pairs of grey feathers. The usual wolf in this forest does not have those.” There were indeed, two pairs of feathers on each side of the puppy’s face. It was something Jai found uniquely interesting. “Ah, that’s cute. But it wasn’t there when we fought it,” Jai pointed out. “No, it’s not there before,” Claude confirmed.

'Look down. As ordered, I glanced down. My final change had happened. It passed by so fast once I learned to just let it happen. I was now staring at my midnight-colored paws. The color ran up my legs. I was an animal now. I felt anxiety wash over my body. I took my first step. Carefully arranging my legs. I was strong enough to stay up. My fur looked sticky. Like a transparent oil came with my new form. What is it? It had no scent. I'd ignore it for now as I tried walking. Once I discovered how simple it was... I pushed myself forward to follow Casimir's scent.

Though not in an overwhelming way. I glanced towards Draya, she stared at me in shocked. Her eyes falling up and down my body. I glanced down at my feet and my eyes widened in shock. I glanced at her and then back at my feet. I slowly raised one of my foot and shook my…paw. I had soft paws. I shook it furiously and it wobbled. My furry white soft ass paw wobble. I sat on my hind legs and shook the other which was black.

It protested with a groan, metal flaking in his hands. “Rot’s our friend tonight,” he said. “Means no one’s used this in a long time.” “Except rats,” Mirella said. “And whatever those are.” She pointed to a set of paw‑prints in the mud just inside—too big for any normal vermin, too small for full‑grown wolves. “Strays,” the Ashridge scout said. “Dogs. Maybe a few skinny rogues who squeezed through years ago to avoid patrols. No fresh scent.”

Harper’s POV One second, the hunt was quiet, just the soft crunch of leaves under our paws and the low chatter of the omegas behind us. The next, a massive rogue wolf burst out of the trees, teeth bared, eyes wild with bloodlust. He slammed straight into the omega line like a wrecking ball. Screams ripped through the air. “Run!” “Get the pups!” Wolves scattered everywhere. Bodies bumped and shoved. Someone tripped. I saw little Mia, barely eight years old, stumble and fall right in the middle of the panic. Her tiny body hit the dirt hard, and the rogue’s head snapped toward her, jaws snapping.

She threw herself into my lap, smelling of grass and sunshine. ‎ ‎"Mama! Did you see? I flew!" ‎ ‎"I saw," I smiled, smoothing her hair. "You're a bird." ‎ ‎"I'm a wolf!" she corrected fiercely, baring tiny, human teeth. "Grr!" ‎ ‎"Terrifying," I agreed. ‎ ‎A rustling in the bushes drew our attention. ‎ ‎A small, silver shape tumbled out of the rhododendrons. ‎ ‎It was a pup. Tiny, clumsy, and covered in soft, metallic silver fur. It tripped over its own paws and rolled onto the grass, letting out a high-pitched yip of frustration.

I wouldn't want to meet that person as much as I can. My golden retriever is barking and waggling around me while breastfeeding my twins on my bed. It is the way my dogs welcome them. My silverian husky howls a long howl after she sniffs my baby. I chuckled and tapped her nose. "You're still my baby too," I said. I always enchant my twins' diapers to become an infinite absorber of their dirt. I also created a comfy fur pad for them, where they lay. And every time they cry to communicate, I use enchantment again to read their needs in their minds. That's how mages make their lives easier!