Muddy Paws Book Novels & Stories

‘Wanda come to my howl I found barrels they are full of purple liquid, help me move them to the dirt! Moving one the liquid hit my back paw, and I started jumping. It hurt! It burns! My paw was up as I ran to the deepest side of the river. Put it out! Put it out! Put it out! Inside the water the burn felt but starting to wear of slowly. Do the other barrels hurt like that too? Swimming up I get on the edge to rinse my fur but my paw hurt when I put on the ground. “Cosmo what happened I barked to know where you are and you were swimming?”

He touched my cheek with his palm and I flinched back trying to avoid his touch. My body was protesting me not to move ,as with each movement came a new wave of pain... "But don't worry!! This beauty will no longer remain ,I 'll make sure to ruin it with my own hands .." Just then heavy footsteps were heard from behind Nearl 30 wolves surrounded me The blonde stood up and turned around to address someone "Your highness we have the queen of rogues unguarded and helpless lying at our feet..!" Just then I felt his aura Dominating and powerful than ever

When the door opened again a month later, the Alpha who had once been so high-spirited now had completely white hair. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in neutral territory, I welcomed my new life. I cut my long hair short and changed into practical training clothes. With my Gamma warrior skills, I quickly established a foothold in this place where the strong were respected. I used my own fists to carve out a peaceful haven for myself and my unborn pup. When the residents of neutral territory learned that I was with pup, everyone who usually seemed rough and unrefined all showed me genuine kindness. One day, someone would bring freshly made muffins; the next day, someone else would bring

But today, I was determined to win them over. I gathered the pups in the clearing, their curious eyes following my every move. The clearing was a sun-dappled expanse of grass and wildflowers, surrounded by towering trees that whispered secrets in the breeze. The youngest pup, barely able to toddle, clung to the hand of an older sibling, while the eldest stood with their arms crossed, a curious eyebrow raised. Their expressions were a mix of boredom, curiosity, and suspicion, a challenge I was eager to tackle.

A paw came through the tree stump and started to dig a hole. The paw was massive, hairy, and claws as long as my fingers. I didn't come this far to be dug out by an animal. Trying to use my good foot, I pushed the mushroom, now realizing it was a nose away from me. It was a fruitless endeavor because I barely moved it.

My eyes wanted to pop out, A person like me was laying down beside the flower bed, Covered in mud from the head to toe, I slowly pointed a finger and touched the stranger slightly and flinched, Cripsy started to bark and i motioned at her to keep quiet, I slowly touched the person again but no movement from the person, I quizzed my head forward wondering why the person wouldn't move

Paws. Not hands. Not the same fingers I had known all my life. No—these were paws, strong and steady, covered in the thickest, purest white fur I had ever seen. It shimmered faintly under the moonlight, like tiny stars had gotten caught in my coat. My chest rose and fell quickly, my heart hammering so loudly that I could hear it even in this new form. I stumbled forward clumsily, my paws sinking into the grass as though I had never walked before.

A long scraping sound dragged across the wood. Like claws. Everyone froze. Then came the voice. Soft. Cold. Dangerous. "You cannot stop it." Cookie growled. Louder than before. The tiny puppy stood directly in front of the door. Fur raised. Teeth exposed. Then all five puppies joined him. A tiny army. Against whatever waited outside. Then suddenly— the journal flipped pages again. Violently. The paper fluttered. The cover slammed open. Then stopped. Another message appeared. Fresh ink. New words.

He came to a stop before a mud pool. "Please tell me you are not going to do what I am thinking ? ". He huffed. Confirmed my suspicion about what was going to happen. Before I could say anything Adrian's wolf jumped in the pool of mud with me on his back. The wolf covered itself in mud completely. My legs got coated in mud. Mud was dripping from my legs . Then he shook its entire body. I squealed as the mud landed on me.

A tiny brown pup with a white circular patch on its forehead looked up at me in dismay, its soaking wet fur sticking to its body, along with sand and all kinds of dirt that would be a pain in the butt to clean off. Chuckling at his sorrowful expression, I knelt down to pat his little head. “What’s the matter? You weren’t allowed to play in the sea?” Another whine told me that indeed, that had been the scenario. Looking forward, I saw two wolves rushing through the waves. The bigger wolf with dark brown fur and black patches and a smaller wolf with complete black fur. The waves were high, but I wasn’t worried. Cameron would never let anything happen to his precious princess.