Amadeus Wolfgeist Novels & Stories

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Pitchy lost no time in shutting his mouth and sparing us the annoying sound of his voice. “Never touch what’s mine. Sofia Claremont is mine. Whoever harms her answers to me. Understood?” Derek growled. Pitchy nodded. “Of course, y-your M-Majesty.”

I sat on my knees opposite the bed, trying to look the wolf in the eye. - Reid, it would be better for you to appear now, - I tried to reach the man in the werewolf, - Come on! Let's get in touch! - I became quite bolder and pushed the wolf in the side. The beast mistook this for a game and pushed me back. From helplessness, I growled, which only seemed to amuse him. And what do you want me to do with a huge beast in the center of the city? I plopped down on the bed.

I shifted, not that my small white wolf would do much, but I knew I'm stronger in wolf form than I'm in my human one, and I do play with the alphas all the time in wolf form, I'm a strong wolf. "Seth, don't," Moira yells but it was too late, I was in my wolf form growling at the Jace guy. "A white wolf, an omega," the Jace guy says trying to get closer to me, but I took a step back, hiding away. "Don't you even try to touch him, I will kill you, this time for real," Moira says, so this isn't the first time she tries to kill him? "Why not, an omega, and my old love, I say I should wrap you both and take you home," Jace says and I growl at him, Moira didn't like his words either, she shifted i

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

Cold anger filled her gaze at me. “Why do you have my wolf”

I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously. “You, yourself,” he replied with confusion. “You told Richard you had no wolf in front of everyone at the celebration.” “Oh, that!” I smirked. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. I have a wolf, and she’s magnificent.” “What?” he screamed in absolute disbelief. “You have what?” I glared at him, the intensity of my gaze unwavering. “I have a wolf. Her name is Amber, and she’s more powerful than you can imagine.”

Gigi followed my lead, but where I had to pretend to be terrifying she actually was terrifying. Her wolf appeared as if she were summoned from the underworld, complete with exposed bones and glowing, haunting red eyes. She looked like she’d crawled straight out of a nightmare. A vengeful demon, ready to claim the souls of her enemies. Alpha Wes chuckled. Chuckled. “You think you scare me?” He shook his head, utterly unimpressed. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” He raised a hand, lazily flexing his fingers. “All I have to do is snap, and an army will be here before you can blink. And you can’t mindlink anyone outside this cave from in here, even if there was anyone to mindlink.”

Its eyes, deep pools of silver, locked onto mine. And then… it spoke. "Daughter of the Mark," the wolf whispered. A shiver ran down my spine. I tried to take a step back, but my body wouldn’t move. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The wolf tilted its head, its gaze unblinking. "I am the First Ghost Wolf," it said, voice echoing through the mist. I swallowed hard, stared at her for a while before I spoke up again "Why am I here?"