Witch Pets Novels & Stories

Pasha laughed. It sounds unrealistic, but it's true. My animal is a she-wolf,” I explained, extinguishing the fire in my palm. “Usually female werewolves are born without abilities and they have only one fate, to be a wife and raise children. They don't even choose their own husband. Men decide everything for them: fathers, brothers. Who is older in the family. - You're a guy! Pasha interrupted me, not really believing my story. What the hell are kids?

"I'd say that's an appropriate name for a black cat. Does she always leap on people like that?" "You were standing in her way." Jamie grinned. "She wanted to get to her mommy. Besides, she's not too keen on strangers." "So you say. Let's see. Animals usually like me." He reached out a hand slowly to pat the small head. Shockingly, Mischief set up a loud purr. "Wow. She's never done that before. You must have some kind of magic surrounding you." "Maybe so. "He winked at her then glanced around the area. "Nice place."

Charlotte asked trying to figure out the reason behind her wolf’s wish. “Just trust me. Write it.” Her wolf snapped. Worried that she’d anger her more, Charlotte quickly put ‘fairies’ below ‘werewolves’ but she didn’t think that they were fairies amongst the species in her. She flipped the pages of the book again after her wolf’s weird behavior. The page opened to that of ‘werecats’. Charlotte was surprised at that. Werecats…huh! There’s no way that this is real, she thought to herself.

need to hunt for food. But could someone tell me why you would need to hunt wolves? It’s certainly not for food. They aren’t bothering cattle, because there have been no reports of any cattle being hurt or killed by them. The wolves in this area eat small game and deer. How do we know this? You also have a couple werewolf packs living amongst you. You never knew that. Did you? Werewolves are the same way. We don’t die easily, but when we do, our bodies go back to being human. That’s also for the werehawks and the werecats in your area.” Then a child, around the age of ten asked, “Is my cat a werecat?” Chloe laughed, “No. Werecats are never the housecat variety. They are usually bobcats, lyn

Sentry, Rania, and Clive had the same questioning expressions. "That's the master's Acala mark. It's the projected image of Acala he summoned," Walter explained to them while staring at the lively husky. He was exasperated as he could not figure out why Chase would project the image of a dog. It was more normal to project a dragon, phoenix, or even a tiger. If Chase wanted a similar animal, a wolf would be a better choice than a husky. Although, to be fair, a husky did look very similar to a wolf.

“A wolf may not own a dog? Are you afraid that the relationship might become complicated? I mean, when you’re in wolf form, you’re not exactly going to be looking at a human woman and thinking sexy thoughts, but you might look at the family’s poodle in a certain way, right?” Talen’s shoulders shook with silent laughter, her vampire just holding onto his dignity. “F-k,” Rhett groaned. “Aislen that’s just… gross.” “It really is,” Cameron complained. “I guess it’s reassuring that there’s not dozens of step-puppies running around,” Aislen commented with a side of acid. “That would be interesting in a not-so-great way. Is there such as thing as a were-labrador? A were-pug? Perhaps a were-German S

Her eyes were amber and held nothing but hate. "No," I said quietly. "No?" She moved closer. "You sure? Because you look like you want to say something." I did. I wanted to spit fire at her and warn her not to ever make jokes about me. But the reminder hit me like a slap. I was only a human in a den full of wolves. So I pressed my lips together and forced myself to stay still. "That's what I thought,” she said, turning to the other wolves that were now staring fully at us. "The breeder can't speak if not asked to. I almost forgot that she's just a pet."

His life was shrouded in mysteries that even the maids were afraid to speak of. As much as I tried to make friends with the she-wolves in the pack and tried to find out some things about him, it was hopeless and didn’t produce any results. Most of them were just upset that the Alpha had taken a liking to me, while the others wanted nothing to do with the Omega who had been tagged as the “Alpha’s whore.” A few of them hung around most of the time, spending the day requesting to go through my wardrobe or pleading with me to gift them some items in my room. Although I knew they were just trying to use me, I was grateful for the company.

It was a cute male husky hugging a female toy husky, meanwhile, the pink one is also the same but vice versa, where the female husky is now hugging a male husky toy. They got it since they both really liked it, she whined about it to him since she actually doesn't know how to cook. Her life was all about training, experiments, and killing. It was a vicious cycle that living normally like all the other werewolves her age was like asking for death. In their organization, asking for freedom is death. “Let’s eat?” Lucas asked with a small smile on his face, Victoria quickly looked away to stop him from seeing her puffy eyes in vain since Lucas had long seen it while she was sleeping.

Ethan grabbed her both hands and held it tightly. She looked up at his face with a weak smile. "Thank you for this words. I've never had someone say them to me. Now you're speaking of it I think there is a way." she said backing away from Ethan. For the first time Ethan saw her shifted. He wolf was black with silky fur, and it had bat like wings, unlike the other wolves it was more like a cat. That's what a hybrid gives...