Werewolf Puppy Novels & Stories

“I think we have a plan, one that will work in capturing them by using Charles and hopefully end all this.” I woke up to her singing one of Papa’s old songs that he would blare out in his garden, as she fed our pup. It’s been a fast couple of weeks, and he has grown so much already, werewolves tend to grow quicker, but I didn’t expect just how big he’s already gotten. He’s already holding his head up and pats his Mommy’s boob like he’s grown. I stood over them and shook my head, “dude those are my toys, don’t play with them, you only get to eat from them.” I put my finger out and he grabbed onto it as he suppled from my toy, “you’re cruel little man,” I swear he smiled at me.

Kallum asked, still scratching his scalp and pulling his hair gently. "Of course I want pups. Just not for now. Because... isn't it too fast?" "Thus, you have to tell us when you're ready, and we'll have as many as you want." He said, but groaned as if in pain, his face morphing into a pained child. "My scalp really hurts. I really need you to blow it a kiss." I rolled my eyes and chortled at his childlike appeal. It was one thing I realized about Werewolves that while they could appear scary, and intimidating, and had a fierce nature that could instill fear and dominance, they also embodied a playful side.

she commented with a gentle smile, revealing her baby teeth. "Indeed, it should," I replied, glancing at the mess her brother had created. With a sigh, I resigned myself to tying it up into a ponytail. "Sorry, Camille," Colvin said as he gently tapped her on the shoulder. They were cute, and I'd taught them to always cherish each other unconditionally. For 5-year-olds, they were surprisingly clever. Their teacher often remarked that they were too advanced for kindergarten and that the school might consider moving them to the next grade. This was an inherent characteristic of "pups," marked by their exceptionally high intelligence and rapid growth. As a consequence, they occasionally fell ill

I started at him intently, waiting for him to speak. “Come sit on the bed and I’ll explain”. He stood up holding out his hands for me. I put my hands in his and he gently pulled me up. We went out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed facing each other. I looked at him again waiting for him to explain. “What do you want to know?” he asked crossing his legs. “Pups?” I said looking at his face. “Pups are wolf kids, little kids before they have had their first change. Once they change, they are young wolves or just Weres, until they are named otherwise”

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Rex explained. "To be honest, the 7 packs are the youngest wolves we know. I didn't always run with the pack I run with now. I used to be one of Jo's Rogues. I am half Royal, half Lunari." As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively.

Xylon saw the surprised looks at mention of a Dire Wolf. "One day he came to me with an amazing discovery. He said that Werewolves could possibly carry a dormant Dire Wolf gene that, if turned on, could make our present day species bigger, stronger, more able to survive with humans in a changing world. I let him continue his research, thinking he was looking to the future of our kind. I was wrong. I should have stopped it immediately." He heard the muttering of agreement from the group.

Lupu gestured for me to step inside the room, and as I hesitated, my eyes caught a disturbing sight: a creature resembling a wolf, but chained to the wall. Its eyes glinted with a wild, feral intelligence, and its fur was matted and scarred. I shouted without thinking, "What kind of wolf is that?" but the words barely escaped my mouth. Mr. Lupu looked at me calmly and replied, "That is no wolf, John. That is a werewolf," his voice steady but tinged with an ominous undertone.

“I can’t say for sure about Yvette, but I’ll tell you about the first time I met your mother—Meredith. It’ll take a while, so I hope you’ll be patient with me.” It started back when I was seventeen and a member of a small pack of werewolves whose members consisted of orphans. Being just a small pack with only less than thirty members, we had to do everything we could to survive. Our packhouse was located in the middle of the forest near a big city. Even though it was small, we were happy to finally belong somewhere. It was a place where we could be our true selves without other people interfering with our business. But one day when I arrived home, everything was in shambles. The front door w

“Davie’s fist change was just last month, and he’s fifteen! I think you’re going to have to wait quite a while yet.” Lia smiled up at her husband and then looked around the glen at all their pups. They had matured quickly this past year, with her four oldest children all having their first shifts just a few months apart. The smallest pup, their ten-year-old daughter, had a dapple black and white coat that was so well mixed she looked grey from a distance. She was snapping at fireflies as they blinked in and out among the tall grasses and flowers. She snapped at one above her head and rolled over backward with her efforts. Jake and Lia chuckled softly, shaking their heads at the young pup’s c