Beautiful Galaxy Wolf Novels & Stories

Her wolf bounds up to us playfully, they circle each other before they start to play with each other as our mates stand with silly grins on the wolf's faces. ‘Denu, oh my goddess, Eclipse is gorgeous she has your white eyes’ Bellatrix’s voice comes into my mind through our newly formed pack-link. ‘Touramiline, is silver and pink with bright pink eyes’ I say back in total awe of my beautiful sister's wolf. I can’t help feeling sad that Catalina is not with us. ‘Denu, it was Cat, she was behind it all. Azaelyth was never wanting to be involved.’ I stop playing and turn so my face is facing her ‘I know, we can sort that later’ She nods her wolf head then trots back to Olympus.

He pointed something out to Rhys who looked into the room at the Were and his new mate. Rhys read quietly out loud for the group to hear. "The silver wolf will topple the leader and mate with a blond panther with grey eyes." They all looked at Tracy and Konstantin. "It's all playing out the way your mate described it to you isn't it?" Alistair looked sideways at Guillame. "She was a panther." It wasn't a question, Alistair was sure. The Belgian Were smiled at the memory of his sweet Orsolya. "Yes, she was, with red hair, and a beautiful red coat. And Katy's panther will look exactly like her I am sure."

Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf. Recognition dawned on Drax's face, morphing into panic as the women screamed, seeking refuge in the bedsheets. In a desperate bid for escape, Drax made for the window, but the wolf, Blaise in his primal form, was in relentless pursuit. Both plummeted out the window, transforming mid-air. Drax, now a wolf, landed awkwardly, receiving a deep gash from Blaise's vicious attack. A guttural growl escaped him as he fought off his assailant and fled into the underbrush.

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.

Despite the fact that the werewolf standing in front of me was truly the very focus of a woman's dream in all external signs. The short-sleeved black T-shirt hugged the broad shoulders and the relief of a pile of muscles, awakening quite unambiguous fantasies in my long-suffering brain. Dark hair without any troubles about trends in fashionable haircuts beckoned me to grab it with my fingers and never let go until its owner makes me die of orgasm. “I belong to the alpha of the gray wolf clan!” - blurted out the most brilliant idea of ​​all, which she was capable of, contrary to her own thoughts.

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

Maybe there were worse things than to be labeled as a pack-slayer. She could only think of one thing worse, to be labeled as loyal to Alistar Littlefyre. She moved out of the way as the crowds of wolves parted. She was too stunned to move. She had never witnessed anything like that. The largest wolf she had ever seen in her life slowly approached her. The chaos of the room and situation seemed not to phase him. He was regal and fierce. She knew right away it was Balthazar Riverwalker. His bright yellow eyes locked onto hers. His fur was black as the night sky, with his gray hair sprinkled throughout like the stars. He was majestic.

I saw a wolf, but this wolf was unlike any I've ever seen. Its fur was pure white, and it was glowing. Its eyes were like galaxies, swirling with stars and cosmic dust. I stumbled back, my mouth hanging open. "What... who are you?" The celestial wolf tilted its head, regarding me with those impossible eyes. "I am many things, Lyra of the Black Moon Pack. Guardian of knowledge. Keeper of secrets. Some have called me the First Wolf, though that name is not entirely accurate." I swallowed hard, trying to process what I was seeing. "Are you... a god?"

"Your time is up, Leon. We're here to take back what you stole from us." Leon snarled, his followers bristling with aggression. "You'll regret this, Beauty." The battle began with a ferocity that took Beauty's breath away. Wolves clashed, their snarls and growls echoing through the forest. Beauty fought alongside her allies, her movements swift and precise. She felt a surge of power, her special bloodline giving her an edge. Leon was a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But Beauty was not alone. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Gabriel and his pack provided crucial support, their unity a testament to their determination.

My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of the large, ethereal wolf standing there, its form shimmering like moonlight reflected on water. The wolf’s fur was a pure, radiant white, almost too bright to look at directly. As I watched, tiny points of light floated off its body, like stars falling from the night sky, only to merge back into its form moments later. It was as if the wolf was made entirely of light, a creature of pure energy and power.