Amadeus Wolfgeist Novels & Stories

Kate says. "Kate, I handled all of this wrong. I know that. I do. I am sorry. I love you with everything in me, but our daughter is my priority, not you," I say. Kate looks at me. She begins to sob, which makes the ghostly wolf growl at me. The wolf leaps at me and begins to attack me. I try to push the wolf off of me, but the wolf is stronger than me. It is feeding off of Kate’s emotions. "Stop! Do not hurt him!" Kate yells at the wolf. The wolf stops and returns to her side.

Now, as he walked graciously onto the dirt, the sheer majesty of his form made my mouth drop open in pure awe. His fur was a striking, jet-black color, and his frame was easily twice the size of Draven’s wolf. His eyes glowed a fierce, electric blue, and cutting straight along the edge of his massive body was a single, flawless line of stark white fur. Draven’s gray wolf rushed forward in a brutal, blind charge but Ace dodged the attack with effortless grace, his massive frame shifting like a shadow. Extending his heavy claws, he brought his paw down, scratching Draven’s flank with enough force to snap the gray wolf back into his human form.

he winked. "Get out before you die. I won't ask again," Zylon said. Even in this situation, he maintained a calm demeanor. "No, we want to have those two. C'mon, share with us," another rogue said with a wink. What happened next was a blur of movement. Zylon transformed into a large, tall wolf with striking black and white fur. His hind legs, belly, tail, and part of his face were white. He lunged at the rogue who was speaking, lacerating his throat mid-shift. Swiftly, he moved on to the next rogue, taking him down as well. Zylon was agile, moving with cat-like stealth. The remaining rogues were taken aback by his sudden ferocity. The wolf took his position beside me again, scanning the rogu

The other wolves followed him as if he were the leader of them all. Soon Christian was left alone with his wolf, thinking about all that he had learned about himself and his father. "When you return to your world you will have full control over me. You will never hear my voice again, Alpha Christian," his wolf said. He was the first to give him that title. Christian nodded to him with great respect. "Become the great Alpha that your father never was," his wolf said, before he slowly started to disappear. "I will," Christian assured him. "And take care of our beautiful mate," his wolf added.

In short, it was beautiful. "Wow... his wolf is so beautiful..." I mumbled lost in his beauty. His wolf was pure black whereas my wolf was white with shades of grey and blue eyes. "If you keep gawking at me, I won't be able to concentrate, baby." He said in our own little mind link. I coughed at the nickname he used. He doesn't call me that often and the fact that he wasn't serious during the fight and was flirting with me. Oh, dear!

Six black wolves rushed into the room. Their eyes were completely white. Silver symbols glowed on their chests. Kael's wolf took control. His bones shifted. Fur spread across his skin. Within seconds, the dark-silver wolf stood beside Lucien. Lucien shifted too. A massive black wolf with crimson eyes. The first undead wolf charged. Lucien intercepted it. Kael attacked another. His claws struck the creature's chest. The silver mark cracked. The wolf screamed. Silver light burst from its body. It collapsed.

Wolf's rhythm kept getting more and more riled up with Falco's insatiable hunger for blood Soon, They pushed each other away to gain some distance. Wolf glared at Falco's fuming expressions and shot a faint smile. "Interesting…" Wolf looked at his pulsating arms, "at least someone knows how to fight!" "I can't hear you from that far away!" Falco pointed his dagger at his throat, his eyes shooting a death glare, "Why don't you come closer, you arrogant turd!!" "I don't think we've met yet!" Wolf grinned at him and said, "My name is Wolf Hilton… "

The wolf tilted his head to the side but remained silent, his eyes transfixed on mine. A shiver went down my spine and I wrapped my arms around myself, taking a small step forward. His eyes glowed intelligently, hinting at his ability to understand the words that came from my lips. If he could understand though... that would mean that he's a... It couldn't be...

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”