My Pet Werewolf Novels & Stories

Wife or not, this Alpha’s whore will belong to me. I cross to her, taking my time. Her defiant eyes rise to meet mine, burning with rage and something else. Devotion. To whom? The Alpha? “How is it that a werewolf Alpha has claimed a human as a pet? A whore?” I sneer, leaning close to sniff her. There’s a trace of wolfsbane on her and something else. Something familiar. Magic?

Sybil's interest was piqued, and her expression became curious and attentive. "Papa," she urged, sensing the gravity of the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Rezo spoke slowly, "Your mother is a witch, and I... I am a werewolf." Sybil's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping slightly in disbelief. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of astonishment and confusion.

I tell the cat, who couldn't care less about my presence while he chows down. Using my nonfish hand, I start petting him and thinking about random names. I actually always wanted a pet cat, but my mom never liked them, and I never even thought about asking Felix. As odd as it sounds, werewolves still had pets. We crave companionship just as much as regular humans who have pets. Thankfully, hunting dogs, cats, and birds is illegal, given that they might be someone's pet. The whole idea actually came from witches and their familiars. Werewolves and witches have been at peace for over a hundred years now. When the witches were allowed in our territory, they would bring their familiars with them

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

"All werewolves have mates, so do you!" All of his gestures, actions and words were very gentle but carried a majesty that only Alpha King had. Maybe Alpha King really didn't want to scare me, only he was born with a majesty and his special aura. "I know." I nodded and shook my head again. "All normal werewolves have mates but I'm no ordinary werewolf, my mom, my grandmother are all human. I was born and raised in a human society, my whole family lives as human beings, we fall in love and break up when we're out of love, we get married and maybe divorce."

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

Peterson, an elderly man with grey hair and brown eyes, and he is the best doctor in this hospital. In the room, a soft hospital bed is placed in the center, and an ultrasound machine is next to the bed. As Emma reclines on the bed, I nervously hold her hand and take a deep breath. "Dr. Peterson, my wife was almost dead many weeks ago, and I think she has been taking care of me without getting enough rest while I was in a coma. I'm so scared that our babies are not healthy." "Don't worry about it. Your wife is a werewolf; her body is stronger than a human."

“Are you… Smith?” Although there was a bit of speculation, Adam was still not too sure, a little hesitant to ask. When Smith saw Adam's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. “Yes, I am Smith. Furthermore, in my tribe, I'm not the only one who's a werewolf. All the wolves you met yesterday, including the king, we are all one. But they are different from me and you, they don't need the moonlight to transform into wolves. Of course, on the night of the full moon, our power becomes stronger. So, you don't have to panic."