Vintage Story Wolf Pup Novels & Stories

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."

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

the wolf said, his voice tinged with exhaustion, "seeking the legendary Alparo pack. I've heard tales of your unity and compassion. I come to join you, to be a part of something greater." Avyanna and Alcinder exchanged glances, recognizing the opportunity before them. They welcomed the newcomer with open hearts, knowing that each new member brought unique strengths and experiences that would enrich their pack even further. As time went on, more wolves sought out the Alparo pack, drawn by the stories of their unity and the legacy they had built. The pack grew in numbers and influence, becoming a beacon of hope and inspiration in the land. And so, the story of the Alparo pack continued an ever

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

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

I groaned as I snapped a mental picture of how we were looking right now, a she Wolf standing in her four legs as a human being straddled her waist. I shook myself out of his arms and attacked him with my claw, glaring daggers down at where he was lying whimpering, my wolf nagged and struggled to be let out of her cage, she wants to pamper him like our baby but I wouldn't let that happen, over my dead body. I turned after matching down on his right hand with my paw, I took off running into the, my mind racing as my wolf created a mental moment that was never going to happen in my mind.

They began to hop in a circular manner with their arms interlocked with each other on the road. They suddenly stopped in the same way they had started with jackson giggling like a guy who had inhaled laughing gas while Lucia stood transfixed with her eyes as round as saucers and almost popping out of their sockets. "Yeah! Do you know he was a wolf and also belonged to our pack? I first saw him the day I joined the pack. He was the one who made them know I attended the same school as him. He was also the tattletale who made the pack know I have you as a friend although none of them knows that you're a werewolf talk more of being your father's daughter.

Eva asked him shining her newly colored blue eyes at him. Luca smiled and said "You see, a Wolf will not protect what he has until he's challenged by another Wolf who wants to take it" "Huh?" Eva said and Luca stood up and patted her head and said "Soon you'll understand Eva" ~~~~

I whispered, feeling a profound connection to this ancient tradition. "It truly is," he continued, his words like a spell that brought the magic of the forest to life. "The Festival of Luna also embraces storytelling, a way to share the wisdom of the pack with the younger generations. The elder wolves regale tales of legendary ancestors, wolves who faced adversity with courage, wolves whose spirits guide the pack to this day. These stories bind the pack together, creating a lineage of strength and unity." The thought of hearing these stories, of being a part of this legacy, stirred my soul. "I'm deeply honored to be included in such a ceremony," I confessed, feeling the weight of the signifi