Bad Wolf Tardis Novels & Stories

Talia had left to start the paperwork, and the boys were curled up in Wolf’s office, flipping through catalogs like they were treasure maps. Wolf sat behind the desk, laptop open, fingers tapping as he placed orders. Beds. Dressers. A couch sturdy enough to survive two boys and a dog. He didn’t say much, but every click felt like a promise. “I got the basics coming,” he said, glancing at me. “Delivery’s set for Friday. Gives us time to get the house cleaned and ready.” I nodded, watching Koda point at a page with wide eyes. “Can I have bears on my bed? And wolves. But not scary ones. Huggie wolves. Like Daddy.”

When the sun was setting at dusk, Alpha Tate ran through the woods in his brown-furred wolf, along with Beta Mannon’s black wolf and Xiera’s grey wolf. They caught sight of a few rogues and were chasing them down. This rogue-hunting expedition already lasted eight months, yet he and everyone else doubted that they caught every single scoundrel there was in the Kingdom of Mondeideal.

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

Silence. "The Silver Wolf," I continued, my voice hollow, "is meant to gather all wolves under one banner so we can fight a coming threat. Something called the Void Walkers. Entities from another dimension that will invade our world in exactly five years. The unity isn't the endgame. It's preparation for a war that will make every conflict in wolf history look like a playground scuffle."

he asked. "It was up in the attic with everything else. I found it last Halloween, shortly after I moved into the house." "Interesting. Well, where do you want it? He should have a place of honor. You know Halloween is an unofficial holiday for wolves." Jamie gave him a skeptical look. "I don't think I've ever heard that before. Wait. You're just making it up right?" He shook his head. "Not at all. I, uh, read it somewhere before."

Lucifer stared at the wolf in astonishment. He couldn't believe what was being displayed in his view. Her stripes furs were glistering blue and her forehead has an empty hole with a pink light twilight inside. He leaned towards her to see what was inside, but as he approached further the hole darkened and the light in her fur changed to white with a stroke of pink that varied to red. But how is it possible her wolf was alive without her heart? He thought as he came closer to view the empty hole in her forehead. Which made him realize that she is an Ultima wolf.

**Artemis P.O.V.** I woke up to something heavy weighing me down. When my eyes opened there was a large black wolf with its head on my stomach. I wiggled uncomfortably as my body felt stiff. I winced a little as a pain in my ribs reared its ugly head to life. As I wiggled the wolf turned to look at me and I gasped when I saw its cobalt blue eyes. ~ “That’s Tafari. He is Armand’s wolf”~

He knew that one wrong move could shatter their chances of giving the intended surprise attack. As the moon reached its peak, casting a luminous glow upon the clearing, Tyler sensed a shift in the atmosphere. He held up a hand, signaling his companions to halt. The air was charged with tension, anticipation thickening the silence. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. A magnificent white wolf, larger than any Tyler had ever seen, padded toward them. His eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting the wisdom and strength that came with age. It was Darius, the Blackstone's alpha.

he whispered. Tom’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you insane? That’s impossible! The alpha’s den is heavily guarded. No one can get in there without being detected.” “I know it’s heavily guarded,” Tudd said, his voice low. “But you’re a werewolf, Tom. You have the power to transform into a wolf. You can sneak in there undetected.” Tom shook his head. “Maybe you forget that you're also a wolf, one who is as evil as lord Zack. I won’t do it; I will never risk my life for you. You want the amulet? Go fucking steal it!”

“Second: The Banished Silver Witch. Cast from the French Quarter’s covens nearly a century ago for practicing star-touched magic those timid witches feared. She comes bearing knowledge… and warning.” The two witches blinked in disbelief, as if hearing the name of a legend. “And third: The Lone Warhound. A rogue wolf warrior who has lived in the ice fields of Alaska, silent, unseen, untouched. He has felt the shift in the ley lines, the same shift all Elders felt when Zenith’s light fused with my flame.” Zenith swallowed, tightening her fingers around Alejandro’s wrist.