Puppies Stories Novels & Stories

I glanced again at the woman who spoke when she raised her hand, "we also want change, we realized a lot while we were here, I guess the pack was not bad at all because they have choice killing us in the Coventry but they didn’t, you’re really bad too because you have the right choice to kill us right not but you’re giving us a choice to live and freedom. We love Coventry that is the place where we grew up and that is where we all started our lives before we came to this world. I can't be alone yet so I would rather stay just here and live with your pack." I smiled at her answer until one by one they agreed that they would all stay in the pack together and I could not fully imagine that this

REID || WE made it to the pet store and I already regretted this. The man at the counter couldn't take his eyes off Cerena while she played with the small dogs. She even now wanted this one bunny with white fur but a black spot on its side. The man took us to the back with more puppies. I had never seen Cerena so in love with something that wasn't me before, the way her eyes lit up when we got to the room where the man had lots of puppies in, playing around. They all ran up to her, attacking her at once causing her to laugh as they jumped around her feet barking playfully.

“State your grievance, Luna. Slowly.” “Last year, I was seven moons with pup. I went for my Moon Blessing at the Circle’s grove. Then…” I forced air into my lungs. “Then I fell into a moon-deep sleep. When I woke, my pup was gone. My belly was flat. And everyone, everyone, tells me I was never pregnant!” The Enforcer’s expression shifted into one of polite skepticism. “My Lady, you are saying you were… asleep? For a full turning of seasons?”

The pup nudged at my insides when I leaned too far forward; I obliged with a small adjustment and a slice of pear. We talked about nothing of consequence—Rhea’s latest attempt to convince the elders that pups should learn to throw knives *safely* before they stole them, Rowan’s exasperation with Nightfang’s habit of sending three messengers to deliver one letter, Mara’s growing collection of stories about things pregnant wolves had tried to get away with. No curses. No gods. Just the texture of an ordinary evening layered over the weight of extraordinary history. When the sky outside the windows had deepened to blue and the first stars pricked through, I set my cup down.

I smirked and said, "Oh, really?" My gaze dropped to Chad's fists that were clenched so tightly that the veins on the backs of his hands stood out. "What a dishonest little puppy," I mused. But I loved training puppies. I sashayed toward Chad, holding his gaze the entire time. Shock flashed across his eyes, and he froze. Only when the tip of my nose nearly brushed his chin did I finally stop. Standing so close, I could hear his heartbeat racing. A flush spread across his neck, making him all the more enticing.

"Come on, Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ahhhh! Yes! Faster! Cum inside my little pussy!" "Oh my god, Layla! I'm almost there! Here's my cum!" "Yes! Daddy!" I greeted his cock as if Daddy would enjoy it even more. "Cum inside me please! I'm almost there!" "You’re better than your mommy, you slut!! Layla, ugh! Daddy's cumming already!” "Daddy!”

“No.” He poured it anyway, a delicate, almost ceremonial gesture, then began like he’d been rehearsing the story his whole life. "There was once a girl," he said, "born with blood in her mouth. Not literally, of course. But close. Let’s call her… E.” My stomach knotted. “She was just two when the pets began to disappear. Rabbits, cats, songbirds. All vanished. Who would suspect a child? Then at seven, her father gifted her a dog..."

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

I often wondered how my father was able to tame Knight. He said it took years of practice, but my wolf is more stubborn than his. I see Alex more like Kaira, my mother's wolf. She is impulsive to date, no matter how my mother tries to mask it. Kaira is the most impatient wolf I have ever met, followed by Aurora, Aunty Amelia's wolf. I wondered if Onyx was like that, too. Most of the wolves I know aren't tamed; they have just been through so much that they have had to grow up.

Just the hope of… Fated mates are so rare anymore, but it’s every pup’s foolish dream. All the females I grew up with believed in the fairy tale. The handsome and dashing male that sweeps you off your feet, tells you all the right things. But keeps his word and follows through. He’s kind and generous, an incredible mate and father to your pups.