Beautiful Galaxy Wolf Novels & Stories

And now the she-wolf is curious, interesting. My mother's eyes were bright yellow. This was beautiful. And my color is dark, but according to my mother, it’s special - as if the sun’s rays are splashing in dark gold. Well, at least here you don’t need to use lenses: “Everywhere there are wolf people,” she chuckled at her thought.

I fall to my knees and she comes closer to me, chuckling. “Hey, babe. No, we aren’t dead.” I go to ask where we are when I hear a low whimper. I look down and see a pure white pup with a crescent moon on it’s forehead and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. They sparkle like sapphires. Looking at Aura and the pup, I gasp and cover my mouth, shaking my head as tears brim in my eyes. “Destinee, this is Celeste. My pup. She is Dahlia’s wolf.” I choke on a sob as Aura nudges the pup towards me.

It cut through the violet haze of the abyss, silencing the chaotic humming of the curse. ​Dave froze, his claws hovering inches from the ground. A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest, a primal reaction to a presence that felt like judgment. ​From the heart of that celestial beam, a shape emerged. It did not walk; it materialized as if the light itself were forging its form. It was a wolf, titanic in stature, its fur shimmering like liquid moonlight, flowing with the grace of a river of stars. Its eyes were not eyes at all, but twin mirrors reflecting the depth of the galaxy, containing the peace of a thousand suns.

Before him stood the embodiment of a legend long believed to be mere folklore—the last moonlit wolf. The wolf, resplendent in its ethereal glow, emanated an otherworldly luminescence that illuminated the night. Its fur, a tapestry of soft white and gossamer silver, shimmered with a celestial brilliance, casting a spell upon all who beheld it. Each strand seemed to capture the very essence of moonlight, weaving a tale of enchantment through its delicate strands.

ISABEL This physical contact feels intimate. My heart is racing, alarms blaring in my head warning me about trusting a southern wolf, yet, something about this southern wolf feels right. Safe. Like he would carry me on his back like a little girl when I complain of my feet hurting or hide me in his apartment when the bullies start looking for me or wrap me in a cozy blanket and sleep next to me when I’m having nightmares about some wolves taking my parent. Something just seems right.

By the middle, one particular painting drew her attention, the violence depicted in it different a striking contrast to the rest. She found herself drawn to the image of a black wolf with bloodred eyes and a bloodied snout, with a couple of bleeding wolves in the background. He noticed her staring at the painting longer than the others and stopped to let her adore it. “Do you like this one, love?” he asked. “It’s different,” she said and it piqued his interest. “It’s violent.” She couldn’t look away from the image of the black wolf that seemed to come alive, staring at her. It radiated power, one that could only be of an Alpha, and not an ordinary one at that. “It’s beautiful,” she said, not

However, his progress was halted when a massive wolf leapt in front of him, its jaws gaping and its eyes flashing with deadly intent. Alister's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The wolf was clearly a beta, but that didn't mean it wasn't a formidable opponent. Its black coat was mottled with patches of fiery red fur, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Alister could sense the raw power emanating from the creature, and he knew he would have to be quick and decisive if he wanted to take it down.

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.