My Pet Werewolf Novels & Stories

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Alex buried his head in my pink pillow, He had changed into his T-shirt and pajama bottoms. "Yeah. I meant to call you earlier ... but there was no signal." "Hh-mmm ... what did you do all day?" I asked, looking into Alex's closed eyes. "Just pack business. Someone spotted the rogue the other day, so Jake and I have to work out a new patrol schedule in our area." "Rogues ... ?" Curiosity overcame my drowsiness. "A packless werewolf." Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes.

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

I hoped there were not many wolves at River College. I only know that my family were werewolves, but the rest was still unknown territory. I couldn't fall asleep with a head full of questions, so I decided to close my eyes and just try. A bit later, I think I heard someone coming upstairs and coming into my room. I kept my eyes closed and tried to sleep more. As tired as I was, I chose to keep sleeping and didn't open my eyes when I felt my mom's hand on my face. 'Oh my girl. Are you OK?'

“So, you are trying to say that the monster with big claws is the reason behind all this mess? If the mate-bond thing is regulated by some beast, I will definitely die in a short period of time.” Zuriel felt my unease from the words and tried to hold my hand, I didn’t show attitude and grasped it. “What you saw was the half-shifted form, Zev is a stunning white wolf. Moreover, he is shy, quiet and playful. You will love him.” A wolf? A carnivore animal was described by Zuriel as a playful pet, it drove me nuts. “Is he with us right now?” I asked to confirm the privacy of our conversation, the whole concept of a ghost in this room was haunting me.

“What do you mean? Make your pets shift to their human forms? You have werewolves who serve you?” The man’s laughter rolled over her like a slimy black cloud. “Oh yes. My pets are werewolves but they are mindless robots. You know what a lobotomy is? Well, if you take a werewolf and perform a lobotomy with a silver spike, but you leave the spike inside they are unable to heal the damage and they grow simple-minded and easy to control.”

I try to contact Derric but he doesn't answer either. "You can try shifting pup but you won't be able to. I just injected you with wolfsbane." He has a menacing glint in his eyes. He starts laughing and walks away. That is going to be a big problem. You see wolfsbane is the kind of drug that puts your wolf to sleep for an extended period of time. The time is depended on how much wolfsbane you have been given. It also cuts you off from your pack and to sum it up it basically makes you human.

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

What happened next was shocking. He dragged me back to the house by my arm and what I saw when I got inside was horrifying my parents lay dead and the house was trashed, but what scared me more was there was no scent of a rogue being in the house. Beta peter turned to me and asked what happened and why i lied i kept telling him i didn't but he didn't believe me and since my parents were dead Beta peter became the alpha and he had the pack warriors take me to the interrogation room. I sat quietly waiting for him and when he finally came he told me if I didn't tell the truth I would become the omega of the pack. He kept asking questions all night and by the end of it all he still didn't belie

And who am I? My name is Marise Hyman, and I am eighteen years old. I am a werewolf. I was born in Russia into the "The Black Shadow" pack. It is the most giant pack in the world. Our pack grounds are high up in the mountains, far from society. But we don't have to worry about being seen by humans since we have a protector that keeps our ground hidden. How? Magic.