Werewolf Pup Novels & Stories

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

They know that she is strong, but they also know that childbirth was a difficult and dangerous process, even for werewolves. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the sounds from within the den changes. They hear a sharp cry, and then a soft, muffled whimper. And then, silence. The pack waits with bated breath, afraid to move or speak, after some minutes, Jennifer walks out holding a small bundle in her arms. The pack let out a collective sigh of relief as they see that she was healthy and had given birth to a healthy pup. The pack crowded around Jennifer, eager to see the new addition to their family. The pup was tiny and fragile, with soft, downy fur and bright, curious eyes. Jennife

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

Politics to suck others' blood for their satisfaction, their greed. I came to know it later but at least I and satisfied I got to know about my parent's illegal way to achieve whatever they want. "Also, once Dad had told that werewolves have something important to vampires, what was that????...mnnnnn...yes, a something like potion or drink... Yea., a potion. I am damn sure they are after the potion. Only if I know what is their next move, I would go for their end." A girl who only had a baby face turned into a tough she-wolf.

Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with its spotless white fur and tall stature, it represented the last member of the legendary line of Ilgara. Her metamorphosis is completely complete and she is able to roar like a wolf with pointed ears and a thick, fluffy white tail. She started howling like a wolf on the night of the full moon, and that meant one thing. She will kill the sheep and eat its flesh raw. Aleister backed away without realizing, but stopped as soon as his eyes met hers. She was a completely different person at this moment, one who would not hesitate for a flash to tear him apart. And to fulfill his meditations, she rushed at high speed to pounce on Ale

Elder Joseph looked at Elder Panton, who had a scowl on his face. “No, she doesn't!” Elder Panton raised his voice. “You told them everything about that girl, Alpha Xavier. But I think that you forgot a tiny little detail.” He smirked. “Her wolf is a pup,” he announced, looking at the rest of the elders. “Isn't it, Alpha Xavier?” He raised one of his eyebrows. “How can we have a pup leading our pack?” “What do you mean by that, Elder Panton? How is it possible that an 18-year-old’s wolf is a pup?” Elder Barnaby looked genuinely confused.

Helping lives thrive when before they were just surviving. As I pass Scarlett's house she looks out of her window and waves at me. Her stomach has been growing steadily lately and she is starting to look more uncomfortable. Only a few more months and we will have a little wolf pup running around. Most werewolf babies can run around almost as soon as they are born if they are in their wolf form. They just love to wear their parents out as well.

“Was that a howl? Can a pup howl?” The doctor’s expression shifted to shock. He leaned closer, adjusting his glasses. “Most werewolf pups don’t howl until they’re ten years old. But your child…” He paused, shaking his head in disbelief. “His bloodline is stronger than any Alpha’s I’ve ever seen. He may even awaken your inner wolf.” Leila blinked, stunned. “My… inner wolf?” The doctor handed her the pup’s scan, his hands trembling slightly. “Keep this safe. You must protect this child.”

So that she wouldn’t have to go through something so terrible again. But if it helped her move on, if it got her in his arms, he would do whatever was necessary to make her his. Even if it meant delving into dark places that might unsettle him. Nora deserved to see justice for her parents. Rogue wolves were wolves that left their packs. That refused to follow orders. That still craved the old ways---back when being a werewolf meant being a creature of uncontrolled rage and power, and killing anything or anyone in your path. They rejected their packs and the rules put forward by them to survive in the modern world. “Yes,” said Roman, “look into it for me. I’ll pay you handsomely for it.”