Wolf And Kitten Novels & Stories

Alexei’s POV I knew it was stupid of me to argue with a younger wolf, but she clearly wasn't a cub. She was young, certainly, but Novel was convinced otherwise. “Ooo, Kitty is a baby wolf,” she’d say. I shook my head in frustration, the thoughts swirling as we moved. We arrived at the Crystal Moon Pack in the grey light of early morning. I suspect our early arrival was due to the unofficial race between me and Kitty. That name still threw me off. "Kitty" should belong to a pampered house cat, not this massive, powerful wolf.

White Wolf's Clan never want to do any negotiation with them even they are nothing infront of Black Wolf's Clan. They think themselves superiors because of their wolf colour, but they are nothing. Black Wolf's Clan is more wealthy and more powerful to them.

"Eh, you are quite a smart one. What are you doing here?" The wolf who already had its eyes closed as it laid a few meters away suddenly opened its eyes, almost making Asteria felt startled. After all, this is her first time handling a possible feral animal like this. It gazed at Asteria with a neutral face, neither it was happy nor annoying. Asteria didn't know what she should do right now. So, she just stared at the wolf curiously. If the wolf had no intention of attacking her, why did it changed its sleeping place then?

His green eyes, an unusual hue for a wolf, held a sense of mystery and depth. With joyful energy, the two wolves bounded up and down, circling each other in a playful dance. Clayton's wolf led Camden's toward a nearby stream, their paws splashing in the cool water as they continued their exuberant play. Camden couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration as she kept pace with Clayton, revelling in the freedom of her wolf form.

She reminds me a lot of a cat. Her existence has given me life. And ever since I met her, I exist only for her. For her and because of her. I have no other purpose except to enjoy the moment and love Jolene Duvarak. Her existence means everything to me. It means my wolf was right: he doesn't belong in a pack, he's different. He's a lone wolf, not an Alpha. And he has a mate already, a human one. Turns out, our mate is this little black cat. I couldn’t be happier.

I stared at each line, each word, the important thing was that if I missed a word, it would be like a butterfly effect. Humans are sentimental species, easy to like and hate a person's word, easy to be mentally broken because of an evaluation, also easy to believe a stranger's words and trust that through appearance, a greedy species and most brutal. Werewolves, almost all of them short-tempered and irritable, are also very sensitive; what makes them different is their sincere heart, their heart only opens once in a lifetime. If the wolf mate dies, the wolf will die too, they are not greedy like humans.

“Hey Caden, while you were out in those woods, did you run into any other wolf at any point in time?” He frowned. “Not that I can remember no. And I would have noticed. I was scared shitless out there. Needed all the help I could get. Thank god we didn’t have to break you out!” He exclaimed and I chuckled but I my mind whirled with the implications of what Caden meant. The wolf on Ivan’s lands had been from a different pack with his own motive entirely. I sighed. “Kiara? I’m bored. I want to eat or something.”

I'm watching this incredible documentary about - I didn't even know what to say, because the truth is I got lost in yet another Frankenstein novel. - I worry, Beck, with all my heart, you really need to get some air, where is Anna? Can't she go with you? - said my mother worried enough to almost throw me out of the house. - Anna is organizing the wedding, she doesn't have time to waste on me anymore," I said with a little more wisdom than I intended. - And you are the worst godmother in the world, aren't you? Shouldn't you be helping your best friend? - she said, a little indignant with me.

Wolfgang nodded, kissing her forehead before leaving. The kitten lay on the dressing table, waiting for Wolfgang to leave. It took a deep breath and jumped onto Emily's left pillow. Just then, Emily received a message from Winston: "Ellie called." "Ellie, your name is so cute." Emily stroked the head of the kitten: "You have to remember, you can't let him catch you again." The kitten meowed in response and snuggled into Emily's arms, its big round eyes showing a hint of contempt. It muttered to itself that the damn wolf dared to compete for a mate with the pack leader. Next time it met him, it would definitely cause trouble again.

TRISTAN My Kitten surprised us all. She's a miracle. According to the local Werewolf Health Institute, connected to Crescent University, she's the biggest she-wolf on record. Her dormant wolf was inside her all this time just waiting to come out huge and snarling. Her wolf is beautiful. Shiny black fur, gorgeous amber yellow eyes that glow, a magnificent coat and tail. She's been able to shift on her own twice now. The guys and I have stayed in human form, giving her space to explore. Soon, we'll change with her. Then we can play.