My Pet Werewolf Novels & Stories

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

"The full moon came. I Changed for the first time. And the only thought in my wolf's head was her." "Changed," Anna whispered. The word felt heavy, foreign, terrifying. "Dad, what are you talking about?" Pete stood. He walked to the garage door and pulled it shut, sealing them in the dim amber glow of the work light. When he turned back, the shadows had gathered in his face, carving him into someone older, someone stranger. "Werewolves are real, Anna. We exist. Not like the movies, not monsters, not cursed just... people with another shape. Another nature, form you get right?. And Alphas..." He paused, searching her face for disbelief, for horror.

Fuzzy winter dogs that roamed the woods and ate animals. 'Not dogs.' Thalia rolled her eyes, 'You were petting two werewolves the other day.' 'You're really buying into this?' I rolled my eyes at her, 'They were wolves. Freakishly mutated and calm wolves, but that's all they were.' My mind was beyond trying to understand any of this. So being the slightly unhinged person that I am, I convulsed into laughter.

“It’s the domestic Barbara set. Each pack contains the dreamhouse, one Barbara doll, one Kenneth doll, one boy doll and one baby doll. Is there a cat and dog doll, or do they come as separate purchases?” “Werewolves tend not to have pets,” Heath replied mildly. “It’s not a good cultural fit.” She slid him a look out of the corner of her eye and suppressed a malicious smirk. “A wolf may not own a dog? Are you afraid that the relationship might become complicated? I mean, when you’re in wolf form, you’re not exactly going to be looking at a human woman and thinking sexy thoughts, but you might look at the family’s poodle in a certain way, right?”

need to hunt for food. But could someone tell me why you would need to hunt wolves? It’s certainly not for food. They aren’t bothering cattle, because there have been no reports of any cattle being hurt or killed by them. The wolves in this area eat small game and deer. How do we know this? You also have a couple werewolf packs living amongst you. You never knew that. Did you? Werewolves are the same way. We don’t die easily, but when we do, our bodies go back to being human. That’s also for the werehawks and the werecats in your area.” Then a child, around the age of ten asked, “Is my cat a werecat?” Chloe laughed, “No. Werecats are never the housecat variety. They are usually bobcats, lyn

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

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."

"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."