Vintage Story Wolf Pup Novels & Stories

I patted the ground beside me and helped her sit down. "Long ago," I began in the time-honored tradition of storytelling, "on the other side of the great water, Spirit Wolf roamed an ancient forest. There was a wolf there, a huge black one, that was able to see Spirit Wolf. The black wolf invited Spirit Wolf to join him in a hunt. He enjoyed Spirit Wolf's company so much that he wanted to show him something special. "He led Spirit Wolf to an unusual place in the forest, up some old stone steps, through strange stone tunnels to a special room.

I said and began to cry. 'They never come out of this, Karen. You are still young, and your parents want you to live a full and fruitful life. You cannot have that with a feral wolf. Please walkway. I hold no grudge towards you." She said, and I shook my head. "Oscar is mine, and I am his. I cannot leave him now. No one can replace him. No one will ever be enough. Please don't tell me to leave. Let me take care of him. Please. I am willing to do this for the rest of my life. If my parent wants grandchildren I will give them kids, Oscar kids, I don't mind being with a feral wolf. He is my Wolf Martha, Oscar is my wolf, and I cannot leave him." I told her, and she began to cry.

"Once upon a time. There was a wolf. Ahuge wolf that lived in a pack called, 'Blood Crest pack' he was the eldest out of three siblings. He was an Alpha. His coat, a shiny black color that it almost looked like navy blue. He was the best out of all of them. On his eighteenth birthday, he was celebrating with his friends when he smelled a wonderful scent. A scent that made him dizzy. He followed it until he met a girl. His mate. A girl with pure red hair, mesmerizing green eyes and stood at 5'11 in height.

“I think Lucy gets to go first. Tells us everything, from the beginning. Please” Lucy didn’t quite look up but took a deep breath and started her story “I was born in this pack. My mother was a full witch, and my father was a wolf and my mother lived disguised, so no one knew she was anything other than a wolf. She had family in the pack and other hybrids were here and they formed a small coven. Not to do any group magic or anything bad or clandestine! They just were people who wanted to live peaceful lives in the pack and knew they would need community support from each other now and then.

And then he burst out laughing. "Is that what this is about? You think you're too old for me? He pulled her closer and held her tight, forgetting for the moment about her injuries. "Karen, I told you Werewolves live long lives. We live hundreds of years. I'm close to 200 years old pet, so if anything, you may be too young for me. And if you couldn't have cubs, my wolf wouldn't have wanted to mate with you. A wolf always takes a breeding mate. It's only older ones that have lost a first mate that have ever chosen someone too old to breed. My wolf knows. You will be able to have cubs pet. Don't worry about that. Now, do you think I'm too old for you?" He looked down into her face, reaching dow

"I wish you could have seen her. She's absolutely beautiful but in a strong way, even at twelve years old. So tall for her age, and she has the same red hair the boys have. And her wolf is gigantic. Bigger than Dex.” I raised my eyebrow and looked at my brothers. I knew that they were wondering the same thing I was. It was unheard of for a pup to get their wolf that early. Maybe six months or a year before their eighteenth birthday, but never at age twelve. I wondered if what Izzy had was a regular old dream and not a vision of the future.

The huge wolf wagged his tail and hummed louder, finding comfort from the little pup's touch. The little pup took a massive whiff of the wolf now, basking in his scent. He drew his head back, so he could look into the beast's eyes. “You smell like my friend, Lucas," DJ whispered. The wolf's yellow eyes widened for a moment in shock. But then it beamed with pride. The little pup was almost 7, so his wolf senses will be in and out for a while until his next birthday when they will be fully activated. “DJ, DJ, where are you?”

Back To Viv's POV: I didn't feel like myself. I was in a dream. I couldn't focus a whole lot. Time was flowing differently as I was being told a story. A familiar lady's voice hummed to me. A wolf running with two pups across pack territories. I could smell each knew scent. Each different to match the new enviroment. From snow, to forest, to sands, to jungle. The wolf ran. The wolf went straight to a waterfall. The kind that was endless. Roaring to life. There, she would then let her pups rest. But before she had the chance to drink some of the water- I could hear the ferocious sound of a bare trap go off. One of the pups whimpering as death knocked. A bell's jingle went off as her second pu

No matter what is decided we are fated to be Luna Lovers. Chief Wolfpaw climbs down from his perch and joins me at the bottom of the cliff. He tears into the rabbit's flesh with his fangs. Only his wolf canine teeth make an appearance like a large snout attached to a man's head. His black flowing hair has strands of greys in it. A reminder that he has chosen death over eternal life. "Eat quickly my daughter. Something is not right and we should be heading out of here soon."

The clearing, bathed in the moon's benevolent light, became a sanctuary for shared truths and unspoken understanding. As Maximus and Georgia continued their moonlit conversation, a rustle in the underbrush captured their attention. The moon, casting its glow upon the clearing, revealed a small, fluffy figure emerging from the shadows. A wolf pup, its fur a mix of silver and obsidian, stumbled into the moonlit space with an endearing clumsiness. Maximus and Georgia exchanged surprised glances, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected visitor. The pup, sensing their presence, tilted its head and regarded them with bright, inquisitive eyes that seemed to hold a wisdom far beyond its youthful ap