Arcanine Novels & Stories

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

What the hell does that even mean? Archer chuckled when he caught sight of my confusion. “Right here,” He rubs right below my collarbone with the tips of his fingers. “What about it?” He brings his lips to my ear, his hot breath against my skin causes goosebumps to erupt. “They is their canines, to bite, marking that your theirs,” My eyes widened. They actually sink their teeth into your damn skin? What the ever loving fuck is wrong with those people? Archer smiles against the soft skin of my neck.

I keep my voice just as low as his, but for the first time since starting this game, I genuinely feel scared. “It is an Ahuizotl. Otherwise known as the water dog. The Aztec legend spoke of a man who lured people to their deaths and transformed into a water dog to kill them. It is a crafty creature and one that is going to be difficult. Zane tried to convince me to use it, but I didn’t think it was an innovative idea. Although it isn’t impossible to defeat, it is extremely difficult. I thought about using it for the final boss, but Zane and I both agreed to use a Lycan.”

They usually sleep all day, demonstrating very good behavior. Honestly, we just want them to be healthy boys, because we know that if girls are born, it means that the problems didn’t end with Francesco’s death and his henchmen. In this month, Aryan has beautifully integrated into the pack. We have discovered that he is a Lycan child. The experiments Francesco performed on him were effective in awakening his wolf.

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.

Darius stiffened beneath me but relaxed when I drew lazy circles on his chest. "You are," he answered, his voice quite. "How did you know?" "Your fur is silver. My mother's fur was also silver." "Lupinari are the only wolves who have silver fur?" "Yes." A pause. "You're an extreme powerful and rare wolf, Ravenna. Lupinarians heal faster than us normal wolves. They're stronger, faster. If it takes a normal wolf five minutes to heal a brutal injury, it would take a Lupinari half a minute."

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

Most of them are just average pack members with no fighting skills. My warriors will make sure they regret ever laying a finger on Arkon. I hurry towards Arkon, sniffing and licking off his blood. He is too wounded. But thank Goddess Atan, his wolf, is very powerful. Atan makes sure to regenerate every rip-off skin in a flash. This is an ability very few wolves have. Licking off the blood of Arkon, searching for an unhealed deeper wound, I find one right in his stomach. The wound is deep but healable. Why isn't it healing? This is strange. Arkon is just lying on the floor, very weak.

I stood up, adjusting my cufflinks, ready to see the name Caleb in black and white. [ANALYSIS COMPLETE] [SUBJECT ID: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS] [BREED: GOLDEN RETRIEVER] [MATCH PROBABILITY: 99.8%] I stared at the screen. My brain, usually a precision instrument, stalled. "What is this?" I hissed, the coldness in my voice replaced by a rare, jagged confusion. "Sir," Dr. Aris said, sounding equally bewildered. "The DNA sample... it’s not human. It’s canine. Specifically, it appears to belong to a very healthy, three-year-old Golden Retriever."

"You're beautiful. Look at you." Araya tries to stand again, her legs shaking. This time, she manages to stay upright for a few seconds before her front legs give out. Frustration builds in Araya's chest. She should be able to do this. Other wolves make it look so easy. Ronan approaches slowly, his golden eyes fixed on Araya. His expression is unreadable, but there's something in his gaze that wasn't there before. Respect. He circles Araya slowly, examining her wolf form. "You're larger than a normal pack wolf. Not as large as a Direwolf, but close. Your fur is pure white with silver streaks. Rare. Powerful."