Novel & Cerita Books About Wolves Fiction

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

But just before the dreaded impact, Alpha Knight swooped in to intervene. Something in my chest warmed at the sight of his majestic black wolf, larger than any of the wolves I saw here. I bit my lip when Alpha Knight continued to cover everything from the attackers' rampage to the defense of his people. The onslaught continued relentlessly. On top of that, the vicinity is barely illuminated now that chaos ensues. Rummaging against the crowd of wolves who were part of the Western Kingdom, a bunch of morbid corpses stared at me back. It took a lot of courage to bite down on my lip and prevent myself from puking. I still wasn't used to the horrors of battle.

She glanced at me again. He wasn't dead, at least. Despite the fact that the matter has not ceased to be less bad. My throat dried up. In my old pack, some wolves a little older than me talked about it. When they changed for the first time or when they helped a wolf in heat for the first time.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

TRINITY The books Alpha Nader had given me were thicker than I expected, their cracked spines and yellowed pages holding the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I carefully turned the pages of the first book, The Myths of the Lunar Wolves, my fingers brushing over the faded ink. The white wolf. Its image was sketched across one of the pages—a regal creature with fur like snow and eyes that burned like molten amber. The description beneath it told of its rarity, its power, and its connection to the moon goddess herself.

“How exactly is this supposed to help me get my wolf?” Callum tapped a finger against the hard cover. “It’s got stories—legends, really—about people who lost their wolves and found a way to get them back, other of wolfless getting there wolf in the goddess’s favor. If I remember right, there are three different accounts. None of it’s guaranteed, but I figured you’ve already tried the usual routes. Journaling. Triggering traumatic memories. Those ridiculous fake rituals that don’t actually exist.” “They don’t exist?!” I hissed, my grip tightening on the book.

As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they growl. I could easily take them all if I was on my own but now I had a mate standing behind me trembling in fear. I contemplated turning to my wolf and finishing these rogues off but I can't risk her safety so I quickly connect to the mind link trying to reach my beta and pack while making sure she was still safe behind me.

“How do I do it? How do I shift?” ‘It’s better to go to the woods first so you can have some privacy to take off your clothes. Except you don’t mind the clothes ripping, of course,” the wolf said. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I was an avid werewolf romance reader so I knew that part. “But where are the woods in this pack?” ‘Take the left road, I’ll guide you.”

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

The air was cold, and the night was dark. But it doesn’t matter for the young wolf. What is cold to his thick, coarse fur– what is dark for his eyes that sees better in the shadows? This is his first night as a Delta Guard. Finally, a part of the pack and not just a litter pup. He runs through the woods, feeling the tree branches snap as he passes them by. Squirrels and rabbits, foxes and deers, all make way as they sense him near. Is this what freedom feels like? Is this what power is? The wilderness calls and he answers.