Sheep Herder Novels & Stories

Magnus After the morning meal, the attendant, Thessalonica, I think, takes us out to the paddock where the sheep are. We work on the fence until the sun is high in the sky. The attendant returns with skeins of water twice before we are finished making the repairs.

"Husssh, be quite and listen. He is not a friend of the shepherd----" "The Shepherd? How did you know?" "I said listen. He works for the Hybrid king". They remembered the Shepherd's words. 'Be careful who you talk to on the way'. They were jerked to earth when some silver arrows wheeze around them.

“Careful love, we do not want me angry, right?” “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” Her lips curved into a terrifying smile. “Okay love.” She started. “Feed your lost lambs and play redemption. But do not forget what happens to shepherds who think they can outsmart wolves.”

It was time to herd the sheep at dawn. I cracked my whip, leading the flock into the pastures. Keeping close to me, Ryker drooled at the passing locals along the way. I knew that we were a walking buffet to him. To keep my flock safe, I assigned him to work on the wheat. However, Ryker simply stood there as hours of the morning went by. I uttered in resignation, “Trevor would’ve had this done in two minutes. “But I can’t blame you. Trevor is the Alpha of a wolf pack. His physical strength is on another level. I mean, how else could he have sealed you in the necklace?”

"Yes, similar to the piggery of mankind." "But what if there were weresheep? just like how there are werewolves? And they can shift into human form with horns. Their goddess is a shepherd. There might be a war between weresheep and werewolves." "Seriously?" My trivial thought earned me a laugh from her. "Are you bored enough to come up with that? And it sounds 'worship'!" she commented. I shared the laughter with her and the following silence left her smiling whilst watching the embers in the sky.

The shift is seamless, natural, as though the night itself called them forth. His gaze locks with mine—intense, unwavering, filled with an authority that commands without words. His shoulders are squared, his jaw set, and in this moment, he is no longer the man who offered me comfort and counsel. He is the Herd King, the predator who has waited over a century to claim what is his. To his left, Khael emerges, slower, his expression reverent and possessive, eyes dark with emotion so deep it feels carved from stone. His magic hums around him like a second skin, like the very earth beneath our feet yields to his presence.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Jules leaned against the fence and wiped his brow on the back of his sleeve. “That’s done then,” he decided his eyes on the indignant wet sheep in the holding pen. They’d spent the day putting this part of the herd through the dip – a process that Rhett always found comical when he was drafted in to help, enjoying the complaints of the sheep as they treaded dosed water before being drained and released into the pen.

“Who’s He?” The warrior gestured toward the central clearing. “The Shepherd. He’s speaking.” We reached the clearing just as the crowd parted. He stood at the center—not elevated, not crowned, not imposing. Just present. Wolves sat at his feet. Not kneeling. Listening. “You don’t owe me loyalty,” the Shepherd was saying calmly. “Only honesty. Tell me what hurts.” A woman stepped forward, tears slipping down her face. “I can’t protect my cubs. I’m so tired of choosing who eats.”

I could not afford to waste any time but to make known the information to you for adequate actions to be taken on time. Damian was really a patriotic wolf hunter and I could see his eagerness in this action of his. Little did she know that this man in front of her, was a wolf in sheep clothing. 'Thank you very much for the information. I'll see the much I can do to salvage the situation and make sure the wolf gets captured. You may now go and inform your fellow hunters of my answer. Be assured of the best possible action soon. I will deliver my duties to the best of my capabilities. While this goes on, keep your ears open to welcome any information that might be of help to us, never fail to

“I’ve seen animals. Last year, Tram was bred to one of the mares. I wasn’t supposed to watch, but I snuck a peek. The sheep out in the fields do it similarly.” The thought of two animals going at it made Hera shut her eyes tight. “Well... the basics are pretty much the same from what I’ve heard. Just so you know, I haven’t... you know... But I do know a lot of women who’ve been intimate and weren’t shy about sharing what they knew.”