Are Wolves Afraid Of Thunder Novels & Stories

“Yeah, well, whatever IT is, it’s apparently knocking for room service.” The ice shook again—this time harder. Wolves staggered. Armor clanged. Snow cracked along the ridge, thin lines splintering outward like veins of black glass. Panic rippled through the ranks. Some wolves backed away. Some growled. Some dropped to all fours, instinct overpowering reason. Lyra forced her voice steady. “Everyone stay calm.” No one listened. Because calm was impossible when the ground pulse-groaned like a dying god and the air thickened with cold so sharp it tasted like blood.

I stood by the water and kept staring into it as the night breeze blew past, making me pull my robe tightly against me to avoid catching a cold. Out of nowhere, I heard a low growl. Quickly, I turned my head in the direction of the sound. My eyes landed on the silhouette of a wolf behind one of the trees a few feet away from me. On seeing it, my heartbeat hitched up. Gradually, I took a step away from the lake, ready to bolt at any minute if it attempted to come towards me. My heart was thudding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. Now you're wondering why I'm scared of wolves when I live among werewolves?

The tension grew with each passing moment, hanging heavy within the air. Resting atop a large moss-covered rock, we paused to catch our breath amidst the eerie silence. The threat of the wolves gnawed at the edges of our minds, and we couldn't help but discuss the encounters we had faced with their pack in the past. We pondered whether the recent events were nothing more than a series of coincidences or if the wolves held a more sinister purpose - seeking revenge upon us for our previous interactions. Isadora's furrowed brow betrayed her deep contemplation. "I can't shake the feeling that they're watching us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike," she admitted, her voice laced with conce

The only difference between them apart from size was that Fenrir’s wolf had turquoise eyes, while Beki’s irises were cerulean blue. My wolf pressed against our bond and gave Fenrir a happy bark. He inhaled a deep breath, shifting the air currents, and barked so deep and low that it penetrated my bones to the marrow. My nerves jangled, the lining of my stomach trembled, and I had to clamp my teeth together to stop them from chattering. The second bark was loud enough to shatter my eardrums. Every scorpion hovering above us exploded into creatures the size of locusts, making everyone flinch.

Then, the silence shattered. The gathered Storm Pack wolves erupted in a frenzy of outrage. A guttural growl swept through them like a wave, low and violent. The scent of fury thickened in the air, palpable and suffocating. Snarls filled my ears, the sound of claws unsheathing and bodies shifting. They surged forward, their eyes burning with a primal rage.

Seris took a deep breath as she stared at the cloudy weather. “Oh come on, it's fucking mid-spring!" Seris screamed at the sky. The loud thunderstrike made her run for her life along the now empty street. One thing about wolves is that they hate rain!

A young wolf yelped as the lightning struck him, sending him crashing to the ground, smoke rising from his fur. “Ragnar!” Raven roared, shifting back, her eyes wide. The light snapped off, plunging the courtyard into darkness, the scent of ozone and burnt fur thick in the air. Ragnar stood in the center, panting, the wolves around him staring in horror. The young wolf lay still, whimpering, smoke rising from his fur. Ragnar’s hands shook as he looked around, seeing the fear in their eyes, the way they stepped back from him. “I—I didn’t mean—” he stammered.

“What is it Alpha?” “Shhh.” My hearing is sensitive, more so than any other wolf in my pack. I close my eyes, then I hear it. The thunderous sound of an army of wolves charging through the forest, the branches breaking off as they plough through the woods at breakneck speed. Shit.

he says matter of factly. I roll my eyes, “Whate…ah! What was that?” I jump to Ray’s side when I hear the leaves rustling. The rustling continues and I clutch Ray’s arm in fear, then comes tiny squeaking noises and the sound of tiny feet running away. Because I am attached to him, I can feel the start of his laugh, “Don’t you dare,” I warn him. “Right, it is completely normal for a werewolf to be afraid of mice,” he says, the laughter obvious in his voice.

He tried to speak louder due to all the thunder that kept booming in the night sky. Lin closed her eyes, begging her wolf and the bronze stone that were in her to grant her some kind of knowledge. But nothing seemed to be happening or working. Only for it all to get worse. The winds were picking up and the rain was falling even harder now. The thunder was monstrous and there was so much lightning that it seemed like a nightmare. Before the she-wolf could open her mouth to suggest something, it felt like something held her arm, pulling her out of Hunter’s arms and onto the ground. She yelled, trying to grab onto some part of the guy for help.