Vintage Story Wolf Pup Novels & Stories

Ready to defend myself, I tensed, but a small wolf pup stumbled out, fur matted and dirty. I approached it cautiously, my heart breaking at the sight. The poor thing looked like it had been abandoned by its mother. But then I noticed something – a few strands of wolf pup hair stuck in its claws. I took the hair and picked up the baby. It cooed in my arms and let out a small growl before transforming back into a dirty little girl. I grimaced at her. This wasn't any different from what we heard about wolf cubs disappearing from our packs. Human hunters were taking them to wipe out our bloodlines once and for all. I didn't know how this one had escaped.

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

She was already sitting up when we slipped inside, dark curls a wild halo around her sweet face, clutching the stuffed wolf Dante had custom-commissioned for her third birthday—the one with the tiny silver collar embroidered on its neck in delicate thread because, as he’d told the maker, “she needs to know what forever looks like, just like Mommy.” Her big hazel eyes—my eyes, everyone always said with soft wonder—lit up like twin stars the second she saw us. “Mommy! Daddy!” she squealed in that sleepy-excited voice that never failed to make my heart do cartwheels. “Story time! The brave princess and the wolf king again? Pleeease? With the painting part and the big happy ending?”

She was happy he did that but she still doesn't trust him. “ Can you tell me about my wolf?” She asked him as she sat down on her lap laps while searching for honesty in his eyes. “ Three centuries ago. A powerful wolf was born, she was the daughter of the Alpha king. She shifted into her wolf at the age of five, something which was very uncommon since werewolves only shift when they are sixteen. The Alpha king knew something was special about his pup but still loved her anyway. That was the first Decanal, The majestic black wolf with red eyes.

I lived in the Council Pack which is the smallest yet most elite pack on Celeste island. For years I wasn’t even sure if I had a wolf. I told myself if I didn’t have a wolf then I would move to Beldoore with Aunt Judy. I knew I was going to get my wolf later than everyone else because I’m a half breed. Most werewolves get their wolf around twelve or thirteen. I was fifteen. A late bloomer as my dad would so lovingly put. I was simply happy to have my wolf Selena. She’s a pretty light grey wolf with hints of white especially on her paws and tail. I wish she wasn’t so down and out, but I can’t blame her. The change hasn’t been easy for either of us.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her scent, that mix of baby soap and something purely her. “Uncle Jake." She mumbles. “Yeah, sweetheart?” She pulls back just enough to look at me. “Tell me a story.” I already know the answer, but still I ask her. chuckle, adjusting her in my arms. “What kind of story?” She thinks for a second, then grins. “A wolf story!” “Alright,” I say, swaying a little as I walk, hoping it lulls her to sleep. “Once upon a time, there was a little wolf pup who didn’t want to eat her veggies.”

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

The question, what will it be? Three hours had passed; the shifting was ending with it completed one last bone crack it. When the Hollands stood up from the ground, they look at their daughter. They could not believe their eyes as they are now staring at a beautiful white wolf with bright blue eyes. The wolf stare at her parents, then she gave a little bark. That broke her parents from their thoughts. Sapphire kneels and rub the top of her pup head, tears was falling from her eyes, she turn to Jedidiah she smile to him. “Come inspect our pup”

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol