Wolf And Bunny Novels & Stories

Now excuse me while I bite the nose off that mean old wolf. I got up to crouched low as I stared at the old brute, my fur bristling with anticipation, Alek’s quiet laughter behind me fueling my confidence. In one swift motion, I launched myself off his head — a flash of gold fur and determination — and landed right on Dahynael’s snout. With all my might, I bit down. His yelp split the air as he rolled onto his back, massive paws flying up to cover his nose. ‘That’s my Bunny!’ Alek howled through the link, nearly rolling over with laughter. ‘Teach that old wolf some manners!’

My voice got louder as I spoke. Aiden laughed and stood up, saying, "It's all true, bunny. I'll explain the true mate stuff later, but first, let's meet my wolf." He said, "Meet your wolf? How? Don't you need a full moon or something? Aiden, please tell me you're joking about this? It's ok. I'm not going anywhere." I sobbed as I stood up. He held my hands tightly.

She raised her head, noticing him standing there, then pushed what was remaining of the rabbit to him, offering it to him. The sound of the crickets and other creatures was like background music as we both dove into the rabbit. Of course, it definitely wouldn’t be enough to fill two adult wolves, but it was like none of our wolves cared. When we were done and it was just the bones of the rabbit left, his wolf started to lick mine insistently, his tongue giving a thorough cleaning of my wolf’s face. And she stood there, enjoying his attention on her. Almost like he was worshipping her. Worshipping us.

Cassia had lost control for only one breath. But in that breath, the false Luna’s wolf had reached for Mira like a child reaching for its mother.

Wolves who had once been divided by prejudice and mistrust found solace in the arms of their enemies, united by the shared belief that love could conquer all. The moonlit meadow transformed into a hub of newfound harmony, as wolves from different tribes intermingled freely. The scent of unity hung heavy in the air, intertwining with the melodies of howling that echoed through the night. It was a symphony of love and acceptance, a testament to the power of Sable and Jericho's unwavering devotion.

They have similar features so I'm assuming they are brothers. " Hi I'm Brendan and this is Bryan. I was the one who found your wolf when he was trapped before." Trapped? Forest didn't tell me anything about that so I made a mental note to ask him about it later. " I know you can't talk so we wanted to know if it was ok for our mother to teach you sign language. I know that you can communicate with us through mind link, but what if you're talking to someone outside of our pack?" Brendan stated as he looks at me with genuine concern. I guess I could try, so I nodded my head.

The black wolf with the greenest eyes that Caleb saw was sniffing the air. ‘He got more of the rabbits now. We need to stop him, we can’t just let him get away for hunting in our territory,’ Arthur said as he was baring his teeth as well. Caleb shook his head before he was trudging away from the bushes. ‘No, it is not the time for that. We will be getting that soon enough,’ Caleb said before he howled and the wolf that was biting down on the bunny not far from them was startled. That should do it, he mused before the old man, who was now in his wolf form with his grey fur and blue eyes, was stuffing the rabbit inside the satchel that he brought with him. In an instant, the grey wolf was runn

I cannot shake it. We hop out of the car at the training center and wait for her. She drives up and my wolf starts getting excited. “Ray we are not supposed to get like this about our Luna. Stop it!” I command him to stop. Stella steps out and waves at us. Suddenly a beautiful brown hair green-eyed creature steps out. The scent of almond and coconut hits me.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.