Anmut Eines Wolfes Novels & Stories

The last time he cornered her at the top of the basement stairs, he’d pushed her down them and shut the door on her so no one could hear her cry. Panic ran through her body as she kept him in her sight. What was she going to do? He was far too close to her. It was only a matter of time before he spotted her. Something moved off to the side from behind her. A wolf she didn’t recognize breezed by her and intercepted Lenny. Lenny got little warning beyond a growl that clearly stated he’s seen and not welcome. Then the unknown wolf pounced when Lenny wasn’t smart enough to leave. His mean temperament wouldn’t let him back down. That’s what got him the position of enforcer. This unknown wolf was

I asked, not completely clear on what she meant. “The wolves… Stronger, faster, and their forms…” she pulled in a deep breath. “They looked mutated some bigger than usual. I never seen anything like it.” My memory immediately went back to the wolf that attacked Ana. It was, indeed deformed. Huge. ‘Not as big as us.’ Amos gloated. “But it wasn’t just that… something else was off. I got this feeling, I can’t explain it.” She continued. “Something felt wrong. Really wrong.” She admitted.

She wanted to be like her so much. A man went down ten feet from Amira, a brown Wolf standing over him with drool and blood dripping from its mouth. It looked hungry. With the knife in her hand, Amira shifted her footing and made a dash at the Wolf, bringing up the knife. It looked at Amira with crazed eyes, snarling aggressively, but it was enough of a distraction for the man below it to take out his own knife and stabbing the Wolf through the stomach. It howled painfully, shifting its weight off of him. The man rolled toward Amira, crouching in front of her. He grabbed her hand where she was squeezing the knife so tight that her knuckles turned white.

It was unmistakable—the sound of rogue wolves. “Rogues,” the man muttered, his expression hardening. Annatoria’s wolf stirred within her, primal and fierce. There was no time for hesitation. Her instincts took over as she shifted into her wolf form, every muscle in her body coiled and ready to fight. The rogues appeared from the darkness, their eyes glowing with malice, and she lunged into action.

As we get into the forest we phase into wolf form without stopping, my wolf Colt has a determination about him, being a rare golden wolf you would think he was pretty but Colt has a look about him he oozes power and strength, he is bigger than a normal wolf and just one look from him and most wolves are quaking with fear, I look to my right and see Ant, Antony's dark grey wolf with a similar look of determination on his face and movement to my left confirms Bellas spotted brown wolf Ella is also by my side,

The first sentry launched at me, a chocolate brown wolf with eyes determined but with a snap of my head and a sharp spin on the spot I sent the wolf crashing to the ground, further diminishing the moral of his cronies. A black wolf which would be about the size of my wolf gave a loud menacing growl, I was ready for his attack but it never came, he looked to the side and it was then that I noticed her, Amber. She had a rather disappointed look on her face as she neared us and I noticed the way the sentries lowered their heads as she walked between them. She stared into the black wolf’s eyes, engaging in a brief mind- link before the wolf gave a snort and she gave him a nod.

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

His eyes are a bright blue. “That's a tasty looking package” Aminta comments, approvingly. I can't respond. I'm horrified by the sight. Aminta takes off across the field, throwing her head back and howling. Two other large wolves appear and run toward us. I assume it's Janus and Beta Jared as I don’t see their human figures anymore.

Jax bellowed through the mind link, his voice a mix of rage and desperation. His desperate attempt to flee was abruptly halted as Amani, a force of untamed fury, descended from above, her predatory grace landing her directly on top of her prey. In a savage display of power, she sank her fangs deep into the back of his neck, eliciting a bloodcurdling yelp that shattered the tranquility of the surrounding evergreens. In a relentless frenzy, Amani shook her adversary with a ferocity that bordered on madness. The sickening snap of bones echoed through the air as the wolf's spine succumbed to the unyielding pressure of her vise-like jaws.

‘Now is not the time,’ I snap back. ‘His wolf is close to the surface. I need to meet him,’ she whines, pushing harder. ‘That’s not true,’ I tell her firmly. Then, in the heat of the moment, Anton reaches out and lifts my chin with his fingers, his gaze locking with mine. My breath hitches as his golden-brown eyes—so much like a wolf’s—flash before me. They shift in color, flickering from a warm amber to the blue I know so well. His wolf is fighting to break free, but Anton won’t let him. I have heard of how the wolf of an Alpha is the hardest to control. He must be fighting hard to push his wolf back.