Boris The Wolf Novels & Stories

Nyx’s voice curled inside me once more, calmer now, softer. ‘We’re whole again, Ashina.’ The moment my wolf emerged, it was like I had been asleep for years and suddenly jolted awake. Every leaf that rustled, every breeze that curled through the trees, every heartbeat within a mile—I could hear it all better than before. Feel it all. But the clearest sound, the loudest rhythm, was him. Alpha Boris. His wolf stood before mine, broad and still, his silver-tipped black fur rippling in the wind. His eyes locked onto mine—not with the calculated restraint of an Alpha—but with something deeper, like an unguarded emotion.

I voiced—soothingly. “My Luna, I think it’s high time I educated you on special powers most wolves in this pack possess.” She added “Huh?” What do you mean—‘special powers?’ Being a werewolf is special on its own,” “Fact! The thing is, some are more than werewolves. Take for example, Boris. He’s something else. When he’s angered and at the brink of death, he emits heat from his hands and it’s hot enough to burn down the human bones, like an acid,”

I called the young werewolf who had contact with the human in to the meeting room. “So, whats your name?” i asked. “Boris.” “So tell me boris, how do you know that person?” “The human? I randomly met him in this forest one day. He said he came with his friends and got lost.” “Whats his name?” “Kevin i think.” “Does he know that youre a werwolf?” "Yes, he knows that I'm a werewolf," Boris replied. "He seemed to be fascinated by our kind. He asked me a lot of questions about werewolf culture and how we live."

I just sat there and looked at him through novas eyes and he finally asked me nicely to shift so i did. He called his driver to bring the food and we sat and ate. He asked me if I had ever seen my wolfs fur and I said once when I first shifted. It is very pretty White with black tipped paws. He chuckled and said it was he then asked if i wanted to join his pack and i had one condition and he asked what's that i said i want to train my human and wolf form. He looked at me and asked have you never trained i told him i haven't except self taught and he then agreed but he wanted to train my wolf himself and i agreed but then i had asked what pack it was because emma couldn't tell me without the

Richard realized he wanted the life his sister had and it was clear that she wanted his, the funny irony of life is that most times we craved something we might never get but it is okay to dream for hope is what keeps us going. The entourage came to a halt at the entrance of the magnificent Karak’s castle. It was flooded with both Humans and Werewolves, even some witches could be spotted among the ocean of people that had come to pay homage to the late Lord Haimi’s relations. “He was a Dolph,” Richard said as he embarked from his horse. “More of a Fridolf” Tyler said. “Why don’t I believe you guys?, because I believe he was a Conri” Zafira said as she drew her horse, heading towards the stab

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

During breakfast, Lyosha told his wonderful story: - You see, in the next pack there is just a lovely she-wolf. I've already been with her a couple of times, and then she calls - they say she missed me, I want to see you. Well, what am I? I am for it. So we met at the border of the flocks. As it turned out, not only I laid eyes on her, but also another subject. In general, I grappled with this bastard and his friends. Well, three for one is somehow not fair, don't you think? Of course, I will be stronger, blood, as they say, is not water. I made them. And this fool, seeing how I tear her mmm ... boyfriend - rushed at me. By the way, it was she who shredded my face. He threw it away, well, an

Tears rolled down his face. The ring of wolves around him glanced at each other and moved in closer. A black wolf with a notched ear cocked his head, moved forward slowly and used his nose to push the rogue onto his back. He growled when the Beta didn't move fast enough. The black wolf stared at the his eyes. He looked away and laid on his back, pulling his head back to bare his throat. The black wolf opened his mouth and held the male by the neck. He growled and bit down enough to keep hold and shook his prey who remained absolutely still.

I sit back in my chair and pick my slice back up as I stare at the goddess sitting across the table, her voice is soft, “your wolf does he have white paws?” I smile at her, “yes, his name is Boris.” She nods, “the picture you sent me where did you find it?” “I didn’t find it anywhere, I created it,” I lean back in my chair and smile at her, “you liked it.” I wink at her, “your wolf, Storm, did I do her justice?” She gasps, “how do you know her name?”