Arcanine Novels & Stories

"Aztec is which one of your beasts?" "He is my very grumpy and overbearing Lycan. My wolf is called Akela. He is more levelheaded, but he does have his moments." Gio said, making a smile tug on my lips. "Does your fox have a name?" I nodded, feeling my smile grow wider. "Yes! Her name is Lumi." "Lumi. It means snow in Finnish." "I guess it suits her. She is white like snow, and her species is from the arctics."

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

"Are you okay?" asked Ara while examining Aranjo's entire body. "Yes!" replied Aranjo. Then she got up from her bed and sat down on the bed. "When and how did you come back?" asked Ara. "I don't know! Ah ... maybe thanks to the help of my new friends!" Aranjo continued excitedly. "Friends?" asks Ara, unsure of what she heard. "Little bird and demon with gray-colored hair!" Ara explained enthusiastically. After listening to what Aranjo said, Ara believes the child is dreaming. There was no living creature in the mist forest and there was not a single creature in the sky realm with gray hair other than the Emperor.

Roman cussed but still tried to come to terms with the plan “It worked didn’t it? Not in the way I planned but nobody got hurt so it’s a win win” Lucas got up from the couch and headed to the mini bar for another drink “Sorry if I’m not catching up” Harley chuckled confusedly “but what is wolfs bane” “It’s like plant, also known as aconite and it’s pretty dangerous to werewolves. It can weaken or shut down the whole system once it gets to the heart.” Lucas explained while pouring himself another glass of bourbon

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

I expected him to look sad, but there was a certain fire burning behind his eyes. "You have no idea," he said. "Well please enlighten me," I quipped. "We're not going anywhere anytime soon." I lifted my arm and gestured to the tubes connecting us. "This isn't what you think it is," he said. I looked at him, waiting for the answer he was dancing around. "Lycanthropes live in packs. They have leaders known as Betas, who answer to me, the Alpha." "And... I trailed off, clearly not seeing his point.

There was a huge, beautiful wolf, perhaps sixteen feet long and massively built near her window. It was the biggest beast she’d ever seen her entire life. It was a golden-orange color, exotic, beautiful, and dangerous. Its long claws dug into the ground beneath the windows as it paced back and forth, occasionally throwing back its massive head to look up at the window where Akari stood and make a strange whimpering sound. Akari rapped on the glass once, and the beast gazed up at her, locking its eyes on her for a long time before turning quickly and running back into the forest.

"Let's go there, then." All their eyebrows arched. I halted from leaving and then glanced at the people in front of us. Ares took the lead, he held my hand and was on our way out when Jameson spoke. "Tell me, Ares, are you somewhat Mariana's dog or what? You're always there wherever she is!" I ranted out. Miguel squeaked. "What breed is he, Mariana?" "A Siberian husky?" "No! Maybe a German Shepherd?"

“You’ve been feeding her? I thought it was the spirits.” He bites back a small smile. “I kind of enjoy it–taking care of her. She’s cute. Little. She likes me, I think. At least one thing in the house does.” I like you. “Have you named her?” “No, not yet. She’s a deer. She doesn’t understand us.” “You’ve never had a pet, have you?” “I’m a wolf. I’m my own pet.” Somewhere in the recesses of the shadows, a thud echoes toward us. I shiver, stepping closer to Aris, who’s squinting into darkness of his own making. His shadows funnel toward the sound.

But I am sure people who have pets would know how hard it was to resist the puppy dog eyes. “Lycia Amoret! How dare you defy me and bring a dog into my house? Are you rebelling now? Where did you even find it?” she snarled, glaring at Wolfie. I know that was a lame name but hey I don’t have time to think of one, right now, and well technically he was a wolf.