Anmut Eines Wolfes Novels & Stories

After a few moments of rest, they would continue their journey. Nisha stepped across some rocks and lowered her nuzzle to the water. Only then did Rhys see Amira’s wolf completely. Much like in Amira’s human form, her wolf also had one green and one red eye. Unlike other werewolves besides himself, whose eyes were a solid amber.

Damien's POV As I approached my car, my eyes fell upon the reflection in the window – a magnificent creature that I knew was now a part of me. A black wolf stood before me, sleek and powerful, its fur glistening under the moonlight. Two distinct white spots adorned each side of its abdomen, like silent companions in the darkness. A single grey patch on its forehead added an air of mystery to its already enchanting presence. I couldn't help but admire the wolf before me. Its form exuded strength, grace, and an untamed beauty that resonated deep within me. The wolf's eyes, a brilliant shade of amber, held a certain wisdom and understanding, as if it had been waiting for me all along.

"Remember that I'm waiting downstairs for you, fast wolf," I heard my aunt shout and describe me harshly. A fast wolf is a wolf that would perfectly describe Fred's niece, Amber. A wolf that involves in sexual acts before meeting their one true mate or before they've reached the rightful age. Age eighteen to start having sexual contact with another wolf. I was not a fast wolf. I am still a virgin and that strange wolf, Fred, and Amber lied about being my boyfriend. I didn't know.

A long, mournful sound that echoed through the empty woods, dripping with a pain so raw it made her own chest ache. Amora turned around. Standing on a high, jagged ridge of black rock was a massive wolf. Its fur was the color of liquid silver, gleaming beneath the pale moon, but its posture was broken. It wasn't standing proud like a dominant predator; its head was bowed, its tail tucked low.

A large lake was in front of me. There, I saw the Human Luna. Amarantha. She was like in a trance the whole time. She didn't notice me until I saw her collapse at the lake. There, I witnessed her mesmerizing wolf. I was shocked to see her in flesh. I've never seen a wolf like this. She might not be as big as an alpha wolf but her whole figure was uniquely screaming power. She had two tails. White and black. Her beauty was too eminent and radiating. She was a force of power and attraction.

She had seen other wolves here in Nioz and once saw Orion in his godly form, but she had never been so close to a wolf. "He's huge," she whispered, threading her fingers in his fur, massaging his scalp softly. The wolf growled softly and stretched its paws. Turning its head, it looked at Amanah and puffed air through its nose. Amanah's breath hitched when she looked into its eyes. The icy grey eyes followed her movements. She giggled and touched its face. "You're so beautiful," she cooed as she petted the wolf. "Wait here," she got up and ran into the house. They watched her as she disappeared behind the stairs and waited patiently for her.

My wolf was upset. While Carson and I had been kissing on the couch, Eckley had been trying to talk to her. She was saying, 'See this is what talking to the Luna did! Eckley can sense me now! He is trying to talk to me. He is whispering to me, 'Love mate. Protect mate.' Ugh! Gross!'

We race up the mountainside, putting distance between us and our onetime mate. When I’m a good distance away, I halt on an outcropping of rocks that looks down over the crevice. Amora is in wolf form at the edge of the crevice, her nose to the ground, her hackles rippling, her tail wagging furiously. Her wolf is as beautiful as her human form: dark chocolate fur, those shrewd green eyes, a lithe and muscular body.

while running, seeing the blood. "Someone came for us now. They are gonna pay with their life." Aman's eyes, which are usually light blue, are red with anger. In 2 min he saw four wolves surrounding Jackson. He was hurt badly. One wolf attacked him and tried to bite him on the neck, but Aman attacked the wolf, and Jackson dropped there. Aman killed that wolf in one shot with the bone of the wolf's neck with his teeth. The other three wolves charged towards him. So he kicked one wolf away and broke another wolf's neck under his paw while a wolf succeeded, scratching him a bit.

Its eyes were a strange mixture of brown and amber and they held an intelligence in them that seemed somehow out of place. “Yes. Good. Eat my backpack. Maybe it’ll fill you up and then you won’t have to eat me, huh?” Amanda murmured encouragingly to the wolf. “Oh, God! Good doggy. Good doggy.” The wolf growled menacingly. “Wolf! Good wolfy! Good wolfy!” The wolf didn’t growl. Amanda blinked and shook her head. “Okaaaay. That was weird.” She took a step back as the wolf got closer.