My Pet Werewolf Novels & Stories

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

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.

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

"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.

I asked. “Dogs are the most likely animals to feel aggression in the presence of a werewolf,” the doctor replied. “So they took precedence in my tests. Perhaps someday, we can produce something that functions on other pets, such as cats and even birds.” My eyebrows shot up at that, and I exchanged a glance with Wendy. Her face seemed to light up. “Oh, I’ve always wanted a parrot,” she said, eliciting a strange, surprised look from Darren and a snort from Liam.

“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