Taming Novels & Stories

In order to reach into her subconscious, we had tapes ready for her, they were recorded in James' voice mixed with some relaxing tunes, the words were put on repeat, said with a dominant voice. "You're a puppy, you'll act like a baby," the tapes said, they are meant to target her unconscious through her wolf and human side, this would send her back to the puppy/baby stage. A puppy wasn't a rogue, she wasn't rogue from birth, there's still a chance to heal her, once her mind brings her to her puppy stage, they would have them to keep her in check, to push the sickness away. Healing her from the inside out, it's a mix of treatment, once her brain gets the idea of going back to her younger head

I want him. The Alpha’s growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against her, almost shaking the cabin. “Good,” he said, pressing his body closer, forcing her back against him so every part of her could feel him. “Because tamed isn’t just about submission. It’s about trust. It’s about knowing I will take care of you — in every way, in every heat, in every mark I leave — and that you will respond to me. That you will let me guide you, claim you, own you.”

“The Voice is actually two people. Twins, a brother and sister.” “Sam is the only name we have,” I added, watching her hand move across the board. “The brother trains fighters, the sister handles recruitment and... conditioning.” The word felt inadequate for the horror we’d witnessed, wolves stripped of individuality, moving and speaking as one, their eyes vacant and unseeing. Like puppets with invisible strings. “They control their followers using some kind of tea,” Amelia continued, writing CHEMICAL CONTROL in red marker. “Herbs from the deep forest and a white powder that smells bitter.”

" I don't know if it will help but you never know." The first transformations take place around adolescence and they learn to control themselves throughout their lives... However, it happens that a great shock or an injury makes them lose control of their animal part: this is called the impregnation of the wolf...In this state, they only react by instinct, and they start looking for someone to soothe their souls. Only a certain type of person can help them at this moment. It is initially very painful. If they find no solution only madness and death await them.

She’d return to him, whether she wanted to or not. He sped out of the parking lot, needing to clear his head. Rest first—that was the plan. His mind was racing with ways to win her back. “Tame” wasn’t in his vocabulary, but maybe now was the time to learn it. Only Sadboy had spoken to him with any sense earlier. And he was right—he just had to win her over again. He could feel it in the way she looked at him. There was still something there, even if she couldn’t admit it.

Tae barely spoke as she went on an adventure in the forest every morning and didn't return until the afternoon. Sometimes Aeron would set me out, and we watched as Tae tried to shift back into her wolf. She needed an older wolf to command the pup out. But I couldn't, and since I couldn't, Aeron wouldn't shift. Tae didn't get mad over this; she only moved on and explored the nature that surrounded us. The cabin wasn't what I expected.

She slowly pivoted her head and locked eyes with him, and he could see terror building in hers that seemed to deepen their color from a chocolate brown to almost black when the plane’s wheels left the ground. On instinct, he leaned toward her until their foreheads were touching, maintaining eye contact as he whispered, “Breathe, Trixie. Come on. Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. You got this.” She nodded against his forehead, then closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

She treated him like glass even though he was the size of a house. Adorable. An image of Tanja's smile flashes past his mind, and Jack growled at himself and felt his heart hammering. Was he getting sick? It was the only explanation for his odd behavior. He needed to get a fucking grip on reality if he wished to win this battle. Yet when Tanja sat on his back and stroked his scales, all he wanted was to cuddle with her... No! He wouldn't think of his mate—he was supposed to be a proud wyvern, not a romantic fool!

I gathered all the necessary materials needed. I took the taming ring which has been given to me recently by the group of Bold birds I took some elixirs I had prepared for the beast. Once the beast is tamed by the ring I have also prepared other elixirs that may be of help as an energy enhancer.

The next three days Tamara felt like she was going stir crazy. If Fenrir wasn’t following her and staying in her general space he was pacing around the outside of the house. She was getting tired of him not letting her leave and had stopped teaching him things. Things he should know but didn’t. Clearly didn’t have a lot of knowledge about computers. But it seemed that once she showed him, something in that brain of his clicked and he just knew how to do it. It was amazing and eerie to be honest, the rate at which he learned.