My Pet Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Now I understand the despair I feel. We are meant to save Purple. He is part of the family. That’s why.” “So does this mean Purple is a werewolf and not an ordinary animal?” Devon asked Mom, still looking confused. “All this time I thought he was just a pet!” “He is really good at hiding it,” I murmured, still unable to believe that Purple was a little boy werewolf. Purple jumped out of us, though, and snarled at the giant black werewolf, who walked slowly towards us. His heavy feet sounded like thunder as he stomped them, and my heartbeat grew loud in my ears, and my ribs hurt as it pumped hard in my chest.

Donna's jab hung in the air, followed by a chorus of jeers from the surrounding wolves. "Yeah, Juliet, look at you. All alone." "No mate, and you still dream of being a researcher?" "A she-wolf belongs with a strong Alpha, not in a lab pretending to be important." The wolves around us chimed in, eager for the drama. I didn't look up, continuing to flip through my analysis of rare botanicals. The extract of Moonpetal grass showed a breakthrough in treating genetic defects in werewolves.

" Um I wouldn't be asking if I knew right?" "Yeah right of course, a werewolf is a person that turns into a wolf. Remember that vicous dog in our backyard?" "Yeah?" I said unsure, "It's not a dog, it's actually a person that turns into a wolf," "Huh?" I said not believing it. A person can't turn into a giant dog, right? It's not possible. " Haha," I laughed humorlessly "That's a funny joke," He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, " you don't believe me?"

the man said. Caroline couldn't control her anger. She forgot whatever her bodyguard told her not to change herself into wolf, no matter whatever happened. otherwise the power of the thread that she had in her hand would not work. slowly her body changed into a dark brown wolf, started howling at the moon and growling at them. Looking at her, they smiled at each other. " Dad, what to do now with her?" Levi asked his dad. "She has to die, so she will die." he said, " I want to be the alpha leader of that big pack and your mom will be the alpha female. You will be the owner of that big company."

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

, I threatened. “Who…who are you?”, Aurora asked in surprise. “Huh?” “I mean why are you staying with these our enemies and these pathetic humans? You should build your own pack.”, I picked Lily in my arms while hearing Aurora’s nonsense at the same thing. “Build my own pack?”, I chuckled. “Have you ever heard that an Omega ruled a werewolf pack?”, I asked in a sarcastic tone. “Omega?”, One of the men asked in surprise, on which I nodded my head.

I managed to ask as I stood back up "Am wolf that is capable of shapeshifting into a human, your kind calls me werewolf" he said and my jaw dropped "But.... that's..... that's just some fantasy" "Well that fantasy is right in front of you" he said "So.....so you are a......a werewolf and.....and you can magically wake up my Mom?" "Not magically and I can't wake her up permanently either, I can only draw her pain and some of the disease causing parasites from her into mine thereby giving her a chance to be awake briefly, just for some moments" he explained

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

“Yes, I meant it. I meant every word. And it worked, I’m sure of it. I’m pregnant with your baby, Lars.” “What?!” I took his hand and brought it to place it open-palmed against my stomach. “Can you feel that? Three heartbeats now.” “WHAT?!” He looked nothing short of motherfucking thunderstruck. I smiled, not unkindly. “Now I’m carrying your baby, Lars. Werewolf law dictates, your will belongs to me now. And Werewolf Law is Werewolf Magick.” I said, in a voice not quite my own. More clear, harder. Powerful. I felt POWERFUL.

I need this final plan to work because if I’m still here in a few days when I turn eighteen, I will be subjected to the disgusting practice werewolves call Mercy, where suitable eighteen-year-old humans are selected by werewolves to be their pets. That’s all this orphanage is: a grounds for grooming human children into eventual “pets”. In this world ruled by werewolves, we have no say in who our masters become. We are merely commodities awaiting sale, knowing that most pets end up as nothing more than corpses to be disposed of.