Taming Novels & Stories

She bobbed her eyes shut in satisfaction, her hand leaning on the handle of the window, as she stared, her lips perking apart. Who cares about Xander? She had her brother, she had her mother and father, she had Emily. Who was he anyways trying to rule her life? He didn't own her; She own him, and she would make sure they change, if he was so hard to tame, then, she would tame him. Was he trying to prove his dominion over her? Her blood boiled with anger, as her hands fisted into a ball, her knuckles turning white, countless of times, she hit it against the window, tiny amount of blood oozing out of her hands.

Her eyes arrive at the complete dilation of the cornea fully settling into the new hue and I know her wolf is already present. Yes, the day and time has come. I'm certainly not best suited to mentor you. She hates me. - Brat, calm down. It's me, Mathias, I'm family. - She growls and lunges towards me, I jump off the couch - Breathe deeply. I know that being angry in the first transformation numbs the pain but... - She turns the sofa towards me and I back away. - It won't be easy. - whistle calling for reinforcements

Her enhanced senses allowed her to perceive the world in vibrant detail—the scent of the earth, the sounds of nocturnal creatures, and the rush of wind against her fur. Killian, his own wolf form standing tall and proud, matched Tiffany's movements. He demonstrated the fluidity and strength that came with years of training, effortlessly maneuvering through the forest terrain. As their movements synchronized, a silent understanding passed between them, a bond forged by shared heritage and a common purpose.

On the wagon behind me was Hikaru who was busy making sure the cage that contained Cynthia didn't fall off and 4 death-tired fake sheep were asleep next to him. " Come on! Towcs! Put some muscle into it! It's still your shift time." Amber shook the fishing pole, forcing Towcs to wake back up. Towcs groans as he wiggles his little bum at me tauntingly, magically I found the energy in my exhausted aching cheetah body to chase after it, trying to swipe him down with my paws and attack him. I dash at full speed trying to catch him. " I can't anymore! I'm out of mana! I don't have enough to use the spell " taunting" anymore. "

I remembered he asked, and he doesn’t like repetitions, so I hummed instead. Dark: When I ask you a question, Kitten, I expect you to speak, not hum. Do you understand, my Minx? Jade: Yes, Dom. Me calling him Dom did something to him because I heard an animalistic groan that couldn’t have come from a human. That’s even weird. Maybe he was in pain; that definitely sounded like an animal roar. Dark: Good girl, now, I want your fingers over your skin; starting from your thighs, slightly trace them against your flesh, working all the way slowly up until it reaches your folds. Do not enter your cunt. Wait for my instructions."

Twenty years later The morning sun cast long shadows across the North Oregon castle grounds, where a group of young shifters practiced their forms in the training yard. At the edge of the field, Adhara sat on a wooden bench, watching them with a warm smile as she weaved a crown of wildflowers and herbs. “Still teaching them the old ways?”

She drags a heavy leather travel chest and an overnight duffel across the stone floor, dropping them hard right in front of me as if clearing space for a fight. "You won't keep him, human," Tamsin snarls, her eyes turning a dangerous, glowing amber. "I will fight you with every weapon I have. I will break pack protocol, I will tear down your fake bond, and I will destroy whatever pathetic hold you think you have over his wolf."

“Just hold your palm out gently, let him catch your scent, and then stroke his head. He’ll warm up to you in no time.” I wasn’t exactly thrilled about befriending a creature that had just been growling at me, but I didn’t want to do anything to agitate him further. I just needed to get it over with. Extending my hand with cautiously, I waited. Tatum sniffed my knuckles intently before finally relenting and allowing me to stroke his head. “Good boy, Tatum,” Dani chimed in, joining me in petting him. After a solid five minutes of bribery—which concluded with him enthusiastically licking my fingers Tatum finally deemed me worthy of his approval.

Unable to contain his anger, Liam slammed the pictures down onto the table, a violent crash echoing through the room. Desperate to numb the pain, Liam reached for a nearby bottle of alcohol and poured himself a glass, quickly downing the burning liquid in a single gulp. Gritting his teeth, he spoke in a voice laced with venom, "I'll walk to the ends of the earth to see you bow beneath my feet, Henry. And as for you, Arla, I'm going to make you experience the pain I went through tenfold."

My teeth clamped down, but the scream forced its way out anyway. Each strike blurred into the next. My vision swam, tears streaking down my face, burning against the raw agony tearing me open. Tamar watched. Smiling. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, like every scream, every flinch was music. “You’ll thank me later, little wolf,” Tamar said softly, his voice carrying easily across the courtyard. “Discipline shapes strength.” Another lash. Another cry. My knees buckled, but the ropes kept me upright, forcing me to endure.