My Pet Werewolf Novels & Stories

“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."

Tyler patted the wolf’s head and it wagged its tail like an actual dog. “How do I know if one’s a pet and one’s a werewolf?” I asked. “This.” He hoisted a jewel around Cerberus’ neck. “See this pendant? That’s the symbol of Stella, a waning moon.” I reached for Cerberus’ head and patted it as well. It barked then wagged its tail cheerfully. “He likes you,” my cheeks turned red when he said that. I glanced at the bathtub and my dream last night played again—the moans, our naked bodies, the candlelight…

“There are two bedrooms here. Are we going to pretend we don’t need each other's presence to sleep, or are we just going to admit it?” “I’ll admit it when you let me get a familiar,” I called back. Liam stopped in the doorway, turning with a boyish grin on his face. “So you think that’s weird too, right? He must be batty about her if he’s okay with that in his house - even if it was just a normal dog, wolves don’t have pets and familiars.” “I know!” I laughed. “A dog would never be okay living with a werewolf. Either it’s a mentally deranged dog, or it’s definitely a familiar.”

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had

"Look, there are different people in the creatures—be it a vampire or a werewolf, everyone can't be the same way!" "Okay, what about the rouges? I heard they are different from normal ones!" I inquired while leaning my back against the chair and crossing my hands over my chest. "Rogues are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left of their own free will." "Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from their wolf form." "Some wolves who are born as rogues can control themselves, but 90 per cent of rogues are harmful. " he muttered when he was leaning against the chair.

One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting its silvery glow through the window, Chloe stumbled upon a passage that spoke of a unique path—one that involved a merging of mortal and supernatural, a transformation that blurred the boundaries of both worlds. The revelation seized Chloe's attention. The text hinted at a process that allowed a mortal to become a werewolf—a creature of both realms, wielding the strength and resilience of the supernatural while retaining the essence of humanity. It was an ancient and risky ritual, but it offered a potential solution to the challenges Chloe faced. Her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and hope, Chloe shared her discovery with Jona

My focus was on gaining Peterson’s and my mother’s trust. “So,” I said, my voice light and curious. “You’re telling me werewolves are real? And that I’m one of them?” My mother nodded. “You are.” “Wow,” I said, feigning awe. “That’s… incredible. So, am I the only werewolf in existence?” Peterson chuckled. “Oh, no, dear,” he said. “This entire town is filled with werewolves. Everyone in this room is a werewolf except your mother, of course. She’s a witch.”

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

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

“Why? What did I do?” “You took one of ours.” Her cold fear settles into me. I tense, getting ready to fly through the window and defend her if need be. “Deimos?” she asks. “He’s not yours.” “He is. This is where our kind comes. He belongs with us.” The smaller of the two wolves step forward. “It’s not forever, queen. Just until the king brings us the pup.” “Over my dead body.” The big wolf growls. “That can certainly be arranged.” With a menacing snarl, he starts shifting, his eyes glowing red, bones breaking and reforming themselves.