Willow Wolf Piggy Novels & Stories

My Dad started explaining to me what we planned to do “ Mama and I will shift close to midnight to hopefully encourage your wolf forward…” I nod at him, I cant wait for my wolf to meet my Mum and Dad’s. My Dad’s wolf is big, almost the same size as an Alpha wolf which is unsual, and strong, which is needed for a Beta, he is a deep grey colour, and has deep brown eyes. He was called Pax.

"Hey, everyone, Mr. Wiggy is back!" The exclamation immediately made other Elves flocked out to greet their leader, as well as the Pixies, even the flickering mushrooms indicated that they were happy too. The dwarfs huddled together cheering for joy around Wiggy and Lillian as they both landed their feet on the ground. They jostled to want to shake the young man. Wiggy had enough heart to ignore them all and preferred to gallop over to the Pixies. "Where is the chest?" The Pixie buzzed with excitement, then dived quickly into the palace. Before Wiggy could follow, one Elf, who looked like a mummy with bandages all over his body, limped over to the young man with the help of a long branch to

“Good girl," Marshall smiled as he walked over to Willow's wolf who was still whimpering on the floor but staring up at him with adorable eyes. He dropped to one knee and reached out to poke her cheeks with his elongated fingers and Marshall was unprepared for what happened next. Willow’s wolf rose to full height and jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. Her wolf’s tongue came out to lick all over his face as she happily wagged her tail. Her wolf’s excitement was so contagious, that Marshall who was on the floor could not control his laughter. As he laughed, he reached up to rub her soft silky fur.

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

I stammer out, and Hendrix chuckles at my hesitation. Willow nods at me and turns the radio on. Foxy Lady. She hums along to it, swaying in her seat. I can tell every movement is deliberate, designed to tease me. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I blurt out. “Jamie,” she says, smiling up at me. “Jamie?” I snort. “Are you for real?” “Yeah,” her brows furrow the slightest bit. It’s adorable. “What is yours?” “Hendrix,” he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now.

Jasper looks suspicious, but kisses her hand and waits to hear what she has to say. “Dad- uh, I-I mean, Mister Cirillo bought us a puppy to be friends with our wolves. His name is Mister Happy. He’s a Saint Barnyard and still in our bedroom.” Kara pouts to match Katie. Jasper suppresses a laugh at her mispronunciation. “He’ll be sad without us.”

What did they have in common? ----------------------------- The caves outside town were filled with bats and cobwebs. Not much else was out this far, except the wolves that had made this their home in the last few months. Blue eyes watched the interactions of the pack with amusement. That Beta really thought he could challenge Paul? The black wolf tried to pull the dead buck out of the gray's jaws. That was a mistake he would pay for. Paul leapt forward and the sickening sounds of the black wolf's vertebrae being crushed between his massive jaws brought the other wolves to the ground. They backed away from the giant wolf who had killed their friend with one swift bite.

And curiosity breaks down walls. A human girl—her name was Emma, she was eight—dropped her toy near a wolf pup. The pup picked it up. Handed it back. "Thank you," Emma whispered. "You are welcome," the pup said. His name was River. Named after the wolf killed in Portland. Emma stared. "You can talk. Like, really talk." "Of course I can talk. I am a person." "But you are a wolf." "I am both. Is that so strange?"

Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.