Witch Pets Novels & Stories

Every few minutes, he stopped beside a cot and spoke quietly to a wounded wolf, and sometimes the wolf closed their eyes and didn't open them again. Wren sat in the corner with the other rescued omegas. She was holding a Frostmarch pup, a pale-furred infant who had been found in the abandoned supply carts. The pup was maybe three months old, and its blue-white eyes were wide and confused. Wren fed it from a bottle and hummed a lullaby under her breath. "They bred them young," Wren said when she caught me watching. "Just like they bred us. Just like Thornhaven. The pups didn't choose this."

he pet me with reassuring words. The door flung open almost immediately, revealing Xander, and the Kitsune girl. I've read about Kitsune werewolves in story books. Their breeds are different, so I heard. And they help in seeking out the truth even though they are wolves, but they are different. Immediately Valerie's eyes landed on mine whose head was on his chest, she gave me a bad look. "Alpha Lark, you sent for me," she crossed her hand on her chest, waiting for a reply.

People slowly passed by. One of the wolves suddenly let out a long howl, and the animals simultaneously rushed at the bars of the cage with a single impulse. The resilient metal threw them back mercilessly, bolts of lightning biting into the gray skins, causing the wolves to crouch on the floor. Their bodies twitched in convulsions. Silent Vic looked back several times. “These aren’t wolves, are they?” - he asked. “Werewolves,” Yarsi said dully. Are you familiar with these creatures? The sorcerer chuckled. - Funny little animals, so much rage, so much indomitable malice. But we will quickly bring them up.

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

The rock shifted and moved, wrapping itself around her arm. “This is Kiss. He is a boa python and has melanism, meaning he is all black.” She unwound him from her arm and offered Kiss to Pagan. “I also have Hug, she is an albino boa. She’s on loan to the zoo right now.” "So cool." He whispered. “Gertie has two kittens, but they stay upstairs.” “She doesn’t like your babies?” Pagan asked. “Not at all.” Shiloh smiled as she took Kiss back and returned him to his enclosure. “The ladies need to go back too.”

to respond. “ I’m okay. I just haven’t had sex since we broke up, so it’s been a while. also, do you have bites in your mouth? And did you always know you were a wolf when we were together? And was your brother ever really sick? “ Arron grabs a glass of water and hands me one “ yeah my mouth is a little sore we did get rough and yes I’ve always known Im a wolf I shifted at 6 years old well that is the first time I remember but my mom says all of her sons were shifting since new borns it’s said that makes naturally shift early we are of superior sex and to answer your question no my brother wasn’t sick not exactly he was experiencing his first transformation and he had been in pain longer th

"How are you, child?" I scrambled to my knees, pressing myself against the bars. "Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "My brother—he's just a child. Please spare him, Your Majesty. I'll do anything—" "The child is a boy," she cut me off, her voice sharp as a blade. "And boys turn into men. Angry men." Her lips curved into a cold smile. "Why would I want a boy who will thirst for blood in my space?" "No," I shook my head frantically. "He's nothing like that. My brother is kind, gentle—"

I didn't want to be the cause of anyone's death. My parents thought it was because of my fetish wish that they died,. I mean, my weird wishes, or maybe I assumed that was their thought. I always spoke to my pets like I did with humans. I always pleaded with them to turn into a huge wolf or leopard or tiger. Mom told me to stop saying that because "Words Are Powerful" but I wanted it. I wanted a huge wolf or leopard or tiger. Not that I didn't like my cat and puppies, I just wanted something huger. I once told Mom I wanted to be a wolf in fact

She just invited a wolf into her home who wants to destroy it. She looks at her wrist. The leaf mark is fading, but the heat is still there. "Okay, Miso," she whispers to her cat, who is watching her from the bed. "I guess we’re hosting a monster for tea."

A breeze blew through the open windows on either side of the doors ruffling the cream-colored curtains. The woodsy theme with plush wolves was slowly being invaded by plush sabretooth tigers. Wyatt could only laugh at the one that was lying on the floor by the crib. His wife’s hellhound and best friend had a love/hate relationship. Although Celeste assured him that they loved each other, hating each other was a lot more fun. “She calls to you tonight, doesn’t she?” Wyatt asked, placing a hand on the shepherd’s head. It is a hound’s duty to answer her call!