Papa Wolf And The Puppy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

What did she have to lose? Closing my eyes, I felt for the swirl of Hellfire that had lodged in my chest and channeled it down my arm and into my palm. The puppy’s belly turned from a pale yellow to an orange the shade of fire. My pulse pounded between my ears, drowning out the sounds of the kennel. At that moment, it was me, the puppy, and my wolf. The little creature’s breathing quickened, and her limbs jerked into motion. She opened her mouth and made a high- pitched cry.

I look up just in time to see a massive, black wolf slink away from her apartment. Fucking Caspian. What is he doing here, so far away from his kingdom? He doesn’t usually bother to come after me himself; he always sends one of his lackeys. “Did you see that?” Pippa asks, her voice trembling a little. I resist the urge to put my arm around her and hold her close. “The dog? Yes.” “That wasn’t a dog,” Pippa says. “Uh, yes it was.” “What? Are you blind? It was too big to be a dog!”

“I think we have a plan, one that will work in capturing them by using Charles and hopefully end all this.” I woke up to her singing one of Papa’s old songs that he would blare out in his garden, as she fed our pup. It’s been a fast couple of weeks, and he has grown so much already, werewolves tend to grow quicker, but I didn’t expect just how big he’s already gotten. He’s already holding his head up and pats his Mommy’s boob like he’s grown. I stood over them and shook my head, “dude those are my toys, don’t play with them, you only get to eat from them.” I put my finger out and he grabbed onto it as he suppled from my toy, “you’re cruel little man,” I swear he smiled at me.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "I....I wanted to teach him a lesson" "........" Utterly speechless, was he always this petty, venting his anger on someone he don't even know before. The wolf let out a painful growl and turned into a human form, his body is that of a child, very surprisingly, a child can actually turn into an adult wolf, he was severely injured all over his body and he looked innocent with his big and pure eyes. I walked towards him and squatted to reach his level to talk to him. "What's your name kid and what are you doing here all alone in the vampire's territory"

I've never seen eyes that color. She looks thin, malnourished, and the soles of her feet are dirty and bloodied. I wait as awareness infiltrated her mind and then I see the sudden fear in her eyes and she scrambles back, holding a small fur ball in her arms. It’s when that ball of fur makes a yipping sound that I realise that it’s a wolf pup. The little girl has her back pressed against a tree trunk, terrified as she looks at me. The puppy in her arms struggles, trying to escape her grip. It manages to let itself free and then rushes towards me, licking my hand, eagerly, it’s little tail wagging in delight.

he piped up, bouncing in my lap. "Of course, my love!" I encouraged, leaning down to give him my full attention. Clearing his throat dramatically, Eden began, "Once upon a time, there was a brave little wolf who had two powerful parents. They fought against the darkness and saved their pack!" He gestured animatedly, his small hands emphasizing the triumphs he described. "And they taught him how to be brave and strong, just like them! One day, when the Black Faes tried to kidnap him, he showed them that he was not afraid!"

We walk step in step getting closer to the center until the whimper becomes a soft squeaky whine. There is a small white wolf pup lying on a perfectly circular stone, four inches thick. The wolf pup slowly lifts its artic white head and the sunlight filters through its light pink filled ears from behind. “Aww!” Bending over, I tap the ground in front of me and watch the pup stumble on its wobbly legs and manage to get to me, whining all the way. King Harvey intercepts the pup with one scoop of his massive hand and howls at it. The wolf pup’s ears go back as he listens, then he howls back to the best his little voice box allows. It is only two little pathetic faltering howls, but he smiles at

So she didn’t really pay any attention to Deanna, who carried on to say, "Can't you try to understand how hard we want to see our grandson?" No replies from her daughter. Just the sound of closet doors smashing open and close. “Heather? Heather? Are you listening to me? Heather…" Heather is a complete mess. She has no idea where the shovel is, and that burning smell is coming towards her from the stove. Just when she is about to run out of patience, a half-meter long wolf pup dashes out and bites on her pants. Heather cries out. “Jeremi! When did you shift?” The wolf pup keeps dragging her by the pants till she is forced to come with it.

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.