Book About Wolves Fiction Novels & Stories

I couldn’t blame those whose feelings for me were complicated, but I could certainly avoid them. I was holed up in the library enjoying a cup of dandelion tea. In my research I had come across accounts of waking dormant wolves, but most of them sounded more like exorcising the devil out of someone than helping them bring back their power. A shadow loomed over my book as someone came up behind my chair. “A little light reading?” I tilted my head directly up to look into his face. “Just some research,” I said. I closed the book and placed it on the table. The cover was illustrated with a group of people in a circle surrounding a wolf floating in the air. The full moon was slightly embossed wit

I summoned Lanasia and Zaeramil to the public library to brainwash the humans that werewolves are fiction. We created books wherein we recorded the history of werewolves; their existence, the war between packs, the silver wolves, and the festival. It is stated to be the legend of such fiction. This is the beginning of werewolf fiction which resulted in multiple werewolf fiction in the future of humanity. The legend of werewolves... but no, the word is overused. "The Legend of Woof-Woof!" I suggested for the book title. "Seriously?" Zaeramil reacts.

We are left alone and I lay down so the twins are between us and they all 3 falls asleep. I need to go find that book and put it away. Find the books with facts about blessed wolves. We need the facts, not the stories about how they were used and kept captives. We all know how cruel our species can be when there is something we want. Or maybe we should just burn all books. And just wait and see what will happen in the future.

I started taking a deep breath before I kept reading. “The Red Rose pack. The most powerful wolf pack in the whole country. This pack dates back to the 1600s when the first Alpha reigned in the woods. Rumors were spread that a rabid wolf attacked a hunter when he was out hunting for rabbits. Weeks later, he felt painful aches on his body and his bones felt like they were crushing inside while he was taking the form of the rabid animal. From then on, he kept attacking the village and recruiting more wolves by biting them without remorse. They built the town and up until this day, that pack still exists. Bigger and more powerful than ever.”

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

Gary quickly undressed and moved in behind her, his hard cock standing up and probing her dry pussy. Her blood ran cold as she felt him behind her. She sensed when he'd changed into his wolf by the change in weight on the bed. She felt his long tongue snake out to lap at her cunt. She forced herself to stay still and squeezed her eyes shut. She spoke to her white wolf in her head, begging him to fuck her. In her mind, if it was her wolf taking her and not Gary, maybe she could live through it for as long as it took. She felt the raspy tongue stroking her clit, and fooling herself into believing it was her wolf, she let herself relax, allowed herself to enjoy it. This was her wolf making love

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.