Are Wolves Afraid Of Thunder Novels & Stories

I asked. Lyra gave a small shrug. “Rumours rarely have one source.” “Convenient.” “People talk,” she said simply. I glanced around the hall again. Several pack members quickly looked away when they realised I noticed them watching. “This isn’t good,” I muttered. “No.” Lyra leaned slightly closer. “But it is interesting.” “Interesting?” “Very.” I frowned. “Why?” “Because wolves have sensitive senses,” she said. “They don’t imagine scents easily.”

And there, bound in chains black as night, was the wolf. Its eyes opened. Red. Piercing. Burning. The sight carved fear into her bones. Aura. Or something beyond even him. For the first time in centuries, Thorne trembled. The wolf growled—a sound that rattled the dreamscape itself. Chains strained, stones cracked, the earth roared beneath its fury. Thorne staggered, pulling her hand from the oak, gasping as if the world itself had shoved her away. Her knees threatened to buckle, but she held firm, her breath ragged, her heart hammering like war drums.

They growled at me threateningly. Hunter looked at me with fear. "Mr. Presley, I know how amazing you are, being the best Wolvesmith in the country at such a young age, but these wolves are truly terrifying. You don't have to." Before he could finish his sentence, those few wolves tried to escape the fence. Hunter was so frightened he yelped and retreated. I quietly walked over to them, never taking my eyes off them. Whenever they growled or howled, I hit the ground loudly with the whip. In a few short moments, they quieted down and looked at me with a whimper.

The ground shook, and the humans and wolves alike were frozen in fear. And then, the storm stopped.

I grabbed the edge of the window for balance. Kairos steadied me instantly. “Seren?” “They’re calling me again,” I whispered. The light outside flared brighter, no longer faint. It rose in thin lines — like streaks of icy fire climbing into the sky. The wolves in the compound howled. Every single one. Vaughn stiffened. “Alpha, that’s not a battle howl.” Kairos nodded. “No. It’s fear.” My throat tightened. “They can feel it too.”

The storm came without warning. By dusk, clouds had rolled over the Shadowfang mountains, thick and dark, muting the moon’s silver light. Thunder growled in the distance, low and unrelenting, while lightning flashed in jagged streaks, cutting the horizon open. Wolves never liked storms. Their instincts sharpened under pressure, senses heightened, and tempers shorter. The entire camp felt it a restless energy that made warriors prowl, made the half-shifted wolves pace and snarl in their pens.

The witch, despite every defence she put up, the thunder slammed through every inch of it and knocked her down with the force of a mountain. The witch recoiled and her shadows began to twitch like they were afraid. She hissed and furiously began to chant a spell. Rhiannon Vanished, and so did she. To the wolves watching, they couldn't see the figures anymore. They only saw torrents of thunder and shadows clashing, sparks and dust flying everywhere. Every time they collided, the earth would vibrate, and the earth wolves would feel it all the way to their core.

I knew thunder would find me in this forest from anywhere because I've heard that dogs have a strong sense of smell. Smiling happily I turned around to greet thunder and apologize for being late, however, I didn't know I was in for a big shock this time. The wolf that I thought was thunder, had yellowish-red eyes and was snarling at me, with some sticky liquid, maybe his saliva dripping off his snout. Have you ever felt like regretting a decision you made in a hurry, not even listening to others when they had already warned you about not doing it? Well, that's exactly what I was feeling right now.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but by their body language, it wasn’t a friendly conversation. Suddenly, I saw the wolf jump in front of the human protecting her from Thorn as they continued to growl and roar loudly. I could see the human was talking angrily at Thorn then marched up to the glowing tether and take hold. Sparks and lightning bolts were flashing everywhere then a tremendous crack of thunder and flash of light and all went quiet. Not a sound was heard.

It was something else. A wolf would have growled. A witch would have run. Lira stood very, very still. Then the thunder rolled, and the roof shook. ⚡⚡⚡ Kael hit the longhouse door at a run, Jarek on his heels. The howl of the wind nearly drowned out the pounding of their boots. The door banged open, rain sheeting behind them as they stormed inside. Kael’s wolf surged beneath his skin, hair on end, every instinct screaming threat.