Book About Wolves Fiction Novels & Stories

she replied. “A bear?” I gasped. “There are bears in these woods?” “Bears, bobcats, wolves,” she said. “Its nature, my dear.” “How did you keep the bear from smelling you?” I asked. “I had the wolf scent on me,” she explained. “For the most part, bears tend to ignore wolves and vice versa.” “Do you think it’s still around?” I nervously asked. “I don’t know,” she said. “What I do know is that we’re in greater danger from those two werewolves who tried to abduct us than we are from that bear.”

“Really? What's it about?” “It's a legend that follows an incredible she-wolf, with powers beyond anyone's imagination. The tale describes how she once found a he-wolf close to death in the Arctic. She was weirdly drawn by him, and it turned out he was her mate. He had gone rogue after being banished from his pack and exiled to the Arctic as an attempt to overthrow their Alpha. Sadly, being a normal wolf, he couldn't survive in the weather,” I realized Xavier really was very fond of this tale. His enthusiasm said it all.

I tell him, before I start running to hide, pulling Issac along with me. Issac and I find a spot behind a bush and sit down, waiting. “So, did you learn anything from this book?” I ask and he nods. “Maybe.” He pulls the book out of his back pocket and starts going through the pages. The wolf senses and light from the moon making reading in the dark, while still hard not impossible. He stops at a page and shows it to me. “Apparently, if this book knows anything real, there’s like a whole pack ran by a golden wolf. Like even now, the golden wolf is like their Alpha.” He explains and I take the book to read over it.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

The list was either empty, or small, or became too long and therefore absurdly indirect. Kohan made several accents, one of which stood out in particular: Knave. A disgusting wolf who raped me once and intended to rape me a second time, enlisting the support of his friend Nasty and a young she-wolf, whom Boris loved to wring out so much, whose name I did not remember, but who could know what Boris did to me before took him home. Knave and Nanosavy were killed in my presence, but no one knew what became of the she-wolf. Grisha's guys, according to him, did not participate there, leaving that hut right after me and Boris, and the wolves dealt with it.

“Plus you’ve heard how sexual wolves can be. He’s probably just looking for a score then he’ll move along.” “Why are you doing this, Leya? Stop trying to talk yourself out of liking him. Yes wolves are said to be very sexual, but mostly with their mates. And we both know that when they find their mates they usually get one track minds and don’t think about anyone else. That is one thing for sure I know they have up on humans. I would love to have someone that dedicated to me so that I wouldn’t have to worry about him cheating on me. Just embrace it and you guys can figure out all the other stuff one step at a time. I can already tell you like him.”

I told him the truth and started chopping the veggies. ''Which book did you read about white wolves?" he asked me. "The legend of the white wolf and the curse on the moon goddess. Although I have not completed it, I did read a few pages in which it is clearly written that white wolves are extinct," I explained, and he nodded.

I snapped, "Sit there and stare at me." I picked my book up with a grumble and continued reading, determined to ignore the freakish wolves. My mind couldn't focus on the book in my hands, it was busy coming up with insane senarios. What would make two wolves act this way? Maybe they were experimented on at a lab and had human-like intelligence? Maybe evolution had simply taken it's toll and produced much smarter creatures. All kinds of theories were running through my head, all of which were bouts of fiction and partial insanity. It was clear I was off my rocker. I looked up from my book and noticed the wolves were much closer now, sitting only ten feet away.