Amadeus Wolfgeist Novels & Stories

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

It felt so good , my stomach was dancing in all sorts of places and my heart was full of admiration . ' He thinks we are cute . ' The smug voice calls out . ' Is this me ? ' I wonder . ' Since you don't look like you'll be able to guess anytime soon . I'm Arie , your wolf . ' My wolf ? Like Cade ? I feel her excitement and purring flowing through me in my head in response to his name . ' Yes ! Cade ! ' She practically shouts . So you're telling me that now I will have someone who shouts inside of my head with no place to escape to ? I think Kayla was enough for that but now this ..

Shy, quiet and head always buried in her books. *Poor girl," someone in the row in front of me whispers. “I heard Jessica heard her telling one of her friends that she has a crush on Kaeren." Oh so she's a worshipper of the asshole as well! Too bad! Both of them shift into their wolves, Jessica's a medium sized brown wolf with brown eyes, and Emory’s a grey wolf with green eyes. “Begin!" The professor calls out.

‘I wouldn’t mind riding his wolf as well,’ Nomea said in my mind, and my cheeks burned even hotter. “You can ride me,” he said. Gosh, his words weren’t doing me any good. “Thanks,” I muttered. The sound of bones cracking filled the air, and the one hunky man in front of me turned into a big, black wolf with a white spot by its tail. My breath hitched as I stared at the majestic wolf. Nomea was going crazy inside my mind, also wanting to come out. Thankfully, I managed to push her down as I mounted on Wyatt’s wolf.

"But you... you're meant for me. I can feel it. Don't you?" "No. I don't feel anything." Another sob broke her lips and she threw herself on David again. He wanted her off of him. She felt dirty and cheap. He tried to pull her arms off, but she wouldn't back away. "Please. We can try. We can. There has to be a way." "Angie?" A man walked into their circle. David looked over at him. He was the Alpha and David's mate was his Luna. That was the only reason a marked wolf would be at an event like this.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

He pulled himself up to standing, and even though there was a large patch of fur missing on his chest, and the burn was beginning to crust over, he snarled at me, as if to say he wasn’t giving up. Just then, the sound of footsteps in the woods on either side of the house caught my attention. I kept the new ball of fire in my hand and an eye on the lone attack wolf, but I could see more wolves arriving out of the woods. Four came from one direction, six from another. All of them had glowing eyes, but none of them were red. One was so old, I didn’t know how he was managing to keep up. His fur was a wiry gray, and he was scrawny with a limp. I could tell by looking at his face he did not want t

I replied, scooting to be closer to her. “Amoux is a wolf spirit, chosen to live in the vessels of those he thinks are worthy of his strength. He is the Alpha of said pack, the most dangerous rogue wolves in the woods. It’s known that he has killed many innocent wolves from different packs, just to send a message to those who dared challenge him.” I tried to breathe when she read the last part. Margery had put a killer wolf inside me.

“Adolf? No. The only Adolf I know is my brother’s wolf.” “Wolf?” He nods his head. “Yeah, my brother Ares’ wolf is named Adolf. My wolf is Luka, and Atlas’ wolf is named Roul.” I step back, stunned. Adolf, I mean Ares, never told me that he had brothers, nor that they were identical triplets. He told me his name was Adolf, but that seems to be his wolf’s name. Why did he keep that information from me? Why did he lie about his name?

The wolf whined and dropped on his stomach and gave me puppy big eyes. Lina dropped beside me and patted his head. “His species is Amarok. A Direwolf.” She scratched his back roughly, and I gaped when the wolf turned his head and licked her hand. The wolf looked at me again and took hesitant steps towards me. My back went rigged and I froze. He lowered his heavy head on my bent knees and waited. I swallowed and scratched behind his ears, then laughed when he rumbled and his tongue lolled out. Suddenly, the wolf raised his head and looked behind me. When my laughter stopped and I cooled down, I heard a new growling voice.