Vintage Story Wolf Pup Novels & Stories

"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.

The pup approached the witch and, with a voice filled with conviction, told her that she had no right to take away the moon's power. The witch was taken aback by the pup's bravery and, for a moment, she hesitated. This momentary distraction was all the werewolves needed to overpower her, and they finally succeeded in defeating the witch. The moon was restored to its former glory, and the werewolves returned to the forest with the pup as their new hero. From that day on, the werewolves honored the pup by passing down the story of its bravery to each new generation. The story became a legend among the werewolves, and it was said that the moon would never forget the bravery of the young wolf pu

I was raising and bringing down my head to avoid hitting my head on the beaches of the trees and also to avoid my flying hair getting hooked on the trees. The breeze was so much. My long hair was flogging my eyes and mouth. I could barely see clearly because everything just moved fast. The air that was entering my eyes was making me teary. When we finally got to the stream. He squatted again for me to come down without being injured. "Gosh! Your speed was much" "Yeah, that's how powerful and strong my wolf can be." We sat down beside the stream and talked about our lives and families. He told me the history behind the death of his parents. It was a very pathetic one and I felt sorry for him.

Sent it to Mirah. [TEXT MESSAGE: Unknown tail watching the school. Alert Daisy. Fast.] She replied instantly. [On it. Get back. I need to show you something else.] --- Mirah’s POV Roan returned just as dusk began staining the sky. I greeted him at the rear again. "There’s more," I said. "There always is." I handed him a folder. "Old case. Buried under Rosa’s name. A female wolf was reported missing seven years ago. Disappeared the same week Rosa returned to the capital. No body found."

He smiled happily and nodded. "Yes and they are marked like their hair. Remus is a large black dire with white tips and Rae is a lovely white with black tips on her fur, they're both stunning," he told me impressed. "I'll have them change so you can see them," he added. I nodded, happy for my two children. Lennex sat next to me and lifted me to his lap. I laid against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me. We sat together and watched as the children went to the back of the couch to undress. When the first wolf pup trotted out from behind the couch I gasped.

Although it was strange for him to want that aroma all around him. The thought made him relax as he now deduced that the mermaid was not Valen’s mate. It must be someone with that particular odor. Based on his extensive interactions with everyone, his eager wolf swiftly combed through the whole pack in an attempt to identify the individual whose scent it was. Valen shifted into his black wolf at age four. Vance brought a hand to his chin as he wondered when Valen had found his mate. His wolf felt like a proud father with his chest bulging out and his tail wagging, brushing the dark floor of his mind.

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?”