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

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

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?”

‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent? ‘Like – like marking his territory?’ Whatever scent filled the air made me nervous, as if I was trespassing and on the verge of becoming human food for a beast. ‘I am an Alpha too, darn it!’ Grace growled and then let out a sound that shook the trees around us. The black wolf stopped, cocked its head to the side with a look in its eyes as if staring at something cute. Grace growled again, this time, the sound more menacing and the wolf growled right back.

He was a very fit man. Wolves age very slowly but we are not immortal, though we live way longer than humans could ever hope to. Elder Bogna could pass for a man in his thirties, but that was not the reason why I liked him. He was one of the three elders fully in my corner. He was a firm advocate for hierarchy and following it and he wants me to be alpha because it’s my birthright and I respected him for his convictions. “We didn’t.” Mr. Heifer dropped the bomb casually.