Arcanine Novels & Stories

"Don't be foolish, he's a wolf. A predator. You are his prey." Disturbed by her misunderstanding, I give my head a quick, definitive shake and tell her, "Arken does not want to eat me. He is not an animal. He just has some animalistic tendencies." And turns into one from time to time. She sighs at me, her expression as tires as I feel. "There's more than one way to be eaten, girl. And he is indeed an animal, as are most men, but him in a truer sense of the word. You do know what he is, yes?"

Logan looked like a kid in a candy store. I wished I could hear what Kane’s answers would be as I had the same questions in mind. Logan’s smile got wider as he listened to his alpha talking through the mind link. “Luna, his name is Alaric, doesn’t he look magnificent?” he was right Alaric was majestic, he looked like a royal wolf with his shiny black coat. “He looks like a king.”

‘I leave my Pack in your capable hands Daughter’ His voice was stricter than normal but he did not need it Luna understood perfectly and he felt her acceptance, ‘Of course Papa, I will not let you down’ He smiled and she felt his love surround her, ‘I know baby, thank you’ ‘Let’s go’ He said turning to his Gammas, ‘We have a long journey ahead’ They shifted into their Wolves, his Wolf was called Canis, which seemed appropriate as it is what the humans had called the first Wolf they had domesticated, ‘Canis Familiaris.' [Canine family] Canis took over and they ran together, dark shadows hidden by the trees, the Gammas were various shades of dark grey, smaller than Canis who was a huge Silver/

Adrianna's companion was a lovable, albeit mislabeled, canine. Its fur was fully black but there was a white patch around her eyes. "Well, I suppose Jaqueline is a fitting name for such a spirited little one," I mused, reaching out to gently scratch the dog's ears. She immediately leaned into my touch, her tail wagging excitedly.

She followed Aria's gaze to the window, her eyes narrowing slightly as she saw where Aria's attention was focused. "They are breeders," Arachne said, her voice low and matter-of-fact, as if she knew Aria's unspoken question. Arachne's gaze followed Aria's nod towards the window. "They are half-breeds," she said, her voice low and mysterious. "Children of humans and wolves, born with the strengths of both worlds." "They don't belong to either world, human or wolf," Arachne said, her voice was seem to laced with a hint of sadness. "People call them monsters, abominations. They're shunned, feared, and hated."

POV: AARON My paws struck the water formed by the fine drizzle that soaked my fur, the sound muffled by the steady rhythm of my steps on the drenched ground. The cold tried to seep in, but it couldn’t penetrate the thick Lupine coat that protected me. The longing and desperate need to see my pup burned in my chest, a flame nothing could extinguish. Rigan was alive. I released a howl to the sky, a burst of pure happiness that echoed through the forest, reverberating among the tall, shadowed trees.

Then it steps out. Massive. Hulking. A creature that makes Theon’s Lycan form feel almost human in comparison. Its fur is ashen black, matted in places, thick and dirty in others. Green saliva drips in thick, slow strands from its snarling jaw, splashing onto the earth and sizzling on contact. Its eyes glow a pale, ghostly white, blank and ancient. Like the grave itself. Theon takes a step back. Arwan doesn’t move. “Meet our great-great-grandfather,” he says softly. “The first Lycan.”

but ancient. Suddenly, from the remaining light, a large black wolf appeared, its body towering and its fur shimmering with an obsidian glow. The creature darted through the air, then entered Alpha Aric's body without a sound. Instantly, Aric's eyes blazed brightly—an orange hue so fiery it resembled embers in the dark of night.

“She is compared to Arric.” “Well, Arric is an Alpha wolf. Only another Alpha would be larger than an Alpha wolf,” I say, as I carefully pluck out the first bone. I look at it, checking to see where it goes and then I press it against the bone it snapped off of. “Okay, Arric, let’s see what you’ve got,” I say, carefully holding the bone in place so Arric can begin to heal the fracture. I watch as the bone begins to connect and seal in front of my eyes.

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?