Blue Wolf Book Novels & Stories

The same design that’s worn proudly upon Dakota and Mato’s skin. Running my fingers down the worn edges, I carefully open the cover and flicker over to the first filled page. Dust ridden and musty, the book oozes with age while I devour the beautifully handwritten descriptions—cursive and formally inscribed while a set of accompanying illustrations bring the pensive words to life. Taking my time, I marvel over the unfolding story lying upon the dated pages in captivation. Wrapped up in reading about the incredible tales of Elijah’s ancestors, I revel in admiration at their profound legacy while they rose amongst the ranks of many wolves before eventually becoming founding members of the cher

in front of the Royals. "Deal. Finish the story please?" Rex, barked out rigidly, seeing flashbacks of him and Tristan. He had to know what their fathers knew. "The next wolf to successfully used the Blood Spell, used it to turn a human so isolated, so beaten down, believing he was forever forgotten, who was as miserable and lonely as he was." Moon looked to Kurgi for strength to continue.

‘Lilith, listen to me’ I shook my head. ‘No, you listen to me. First thing, council is a safe place, second, I am wolf, a white wolf and can protect myself, and the last thing… Nobody knows about the book except us, we don’t have to announce my visit to council. I will go, find the book and will come back quietly. It won’t even take a full day, so why make it complicated’ I was huffing in the end, and he hung his head low, rubbing his fingers on his forehead.

I smelled the ozone of the coming storm. And ahead of me, I smelled him. The White Wolf. He was a blur of light in the darkness. He didn't run like a dog. Instead He wove through the trees, silent and fast. Wait, I thought. I didn't speak the word. I just pushed it out of my mind. The White Wolf stopped. He skidded to a halt and turned his massive head. His eyes were blue. Not human blue. Ice blue. He looked at me and tilted his head.

Wyatt was goofy by nature, and his personality was lax, “What was the family able to tell you?” Kai gave me the rundown on everything that he had learned. There is a book on all of the special ability's that werewolves possess. They have been documented for thousands of years. The book is in a special library located within the Blue Lake pack on the west coast of the United States. “It was hard to see the fear in those wolves eyes when we told them what we knew. A few looked unsurprised, like they expected something like this to happen but others, and they want to hide,” Kai frowned solemnly.

Charlotte was sitting quietly on her bed after the session with Matt. Her conversation with the Beta kept echoing in her head. “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!” The white wolf is Azraiel…...Azraiel is the white wolf…. She suddenly sat up straight and went to the pile of books beside her closet. The first book was about shifting, so she kept it aside….second was the same…..but the third… There it is…. She picked the third book and opened the index. Moving her index finger down the page she stopped when she found what she was looking for. Quickly flipping to the page number she climbed into her bed and leaned back.

The large wolf, which had moments before been my unlikely savior, now turned on us, its eyes blazing with a fierce intent to harm - and I was trapped, caught between the two wolves. The large wolf's sudden growl made me recoil, its razor-sharp teeth gleaming menacingly in the light. I was stunned, my mind reeling with the abrupt reversal of events. Just moments before, this wolf had been protecting me; now, it seemed poised to tear me apart. I screamed for help, my voice echoing through the forest, but every wolf that caught sight of the blue wolf turned tail and fled in terror. It was as if the blue wolf was a feared and formidable creature, one that commanded respect and inspired dread in

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

I grunted. After hours of research, I was about to give up and turn in for the night when something caught my eye. A small blue-black book peeped from the corner behind the other book on the shelf. It looked a little older than the other books. I slipped it out and opened the first page. The first three words I saw were “THE RAVEN WOLVES.” My wolf and I howled for joy because we had been searching for hours for this tiny book. I opened the next page and started reading through it.

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.