Celestial Wolf Novels & Stories

Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began. Gerwulf only gave a short laugh," Eloise I have a bad feeling about tonight.... maybe my mate is going to reject me? I'm a bastard, I was born with bad luck." He ran a hand through his blood red hair, the only thing that gave him away as a hybrid. Only somebody born of a witch could have such a color. "My claim to being a future alpha is... well, it's nonexistent. Even if I bare the mark, Hylda will always fight for either Keifer or Delmar to succeed. What could I possibly offer somebody?" Eloise frowned hard, trying her best to stay happy for him. It was her j

Was this done on purpose so I could be with Zaire here? “Here,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “It says that the great black wolf called Amoux is the most powerful wolf in the Black Moon Pack. He was not born, but cursed into a body.” she started reading, “cursed into a body. How does that happen? Aren’t wolves usually born with their humans?” “I don’t know, keep reading,” I replied, scooting to be closer to her.

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

he said. “So if a celestial loses their divine soul, they become Infernals?” I asked. “No,” Asher corrected. “They remain fallen Celestials, able to enter the Infernal realm without a wolf spirit. Even if they spend the rest of their lives in hell, they never regain a wolf spirit… at least, not naturally. I’m speaking of what generally happens.” “So they could get a wolf spirit?” I asked.

Gunner growled at him. "I am her mate, she is my mate, my soulmate!" He said the last part in a whisper, I almost cringed. " I would rather, be hanged on the stake than accept you as... The moon goddess would not even do that?" I huffed at the thought, he can't be my mate, may the moon goddess forbid it. 'Mate,' my wolf said and I smiled, 'we will meet him soon.' I said in my head but my wolf shook her head furiously.

I fall to my knees and she comes closer to me, chuckling. “Hey, babe. No, we aren’t dead.” I go to ask where we are when I hear a low whimper. I look down and see a pure white pup with a crescent moon on it’s forehead and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. They sparkle like sapphires. Looking at Aura and the pup, I gasp and cover my mouth, shaking my head as tears brim in my eyes. “Destinee, this is Celeste. My pup. She is Dahlia’s wolf.” I choke on a sob as Aura nudges the pup towards me.

he scoffed as if it was something he couldn’t believe I didn’t know, “and I don’t mean like how Kelly has that beautiful pregnancy glow. You are literally glowing like bonfire. How have I not seen it before, how does everyone else not see it? Who else knows?” “All good questions and if I understood all of it I’d tell you, but I’m still learning myself. Most I can say is that there is a celestial gag order on every wolf spirit and even if your wolf had noticed, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you because of it. As for who knows, the list is very small and the plan is to keep it that way.” “Are you sure she’s glowing,” Kelly squinted at me again as if trying to see.

VENUS Relief crashes through me. Tears sting my eyes. "Thank you..." Celeste nuzzles my consciousness affectionately. "That’s our baby. I won’t let anything to th–I mean it. I’m not good at English." A deep familiar howl suddenly echoes across the clearing. Rowan steps back. His body shifts effortlessly. Within seconds, a gigantic black wolf stands before us. His golden eyes shine like the sun. Asgard. The moment he sees Celeste, he lowers his massive head. Then gently rubs his muzzle against ours.

'Yes, Celia. I am your wolf. We can talk to each other now.' My wolf said. 'What's your name?' I asked. 'The Moon Goddess is cruel.' 'So you don't like questions either.' I thought. 'What is your name?' I asked again. 'The Moon Goddess gave me no name. She is cruel.' My wolf growled. 'Her words to me when I asked my name were 'You're special. You'll find your name when the time comes.'