Celestial Wolf Novels & Stories

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

"I'm not defending her, but that pack member you mentioned, they would have seriously pissed her off, she won't just attack, Celeste is a very dominating wolf and she's starting to imprint on Zoe" "What do you mean by, something bad is gonna happen?" "Zack, have you heard of the legendary White Wolf? I asked him, and he shook his head "It is said that the White Wolf is born once in a 100 years, and that they possess great powers. Powers bestowed upon by the Moon Goddess herself. There is also a Black Wolf. Once they meet, nothing in the wolven world can stop them. They are mates, and they are one. They are the light and blessing of the Moon Goddess herself, and together they can get rid of t

“We are getting on each other’s nerves.” “What are you reading?” I ask as I snuggle up to Cordelia. I glance at the page of the book and the words on the page are shifting and changing. A white wolf prances across the page, and it looks just like Liz’s wolf. I try to read the words on the page, but I can’t keep up with their changes. “What does it say?” I ask Cordelia. Cordelia exhales heavily. “The white wolf is said to be a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. What do you know about her mother?”

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

A wolf. But it wasn’t like any wolf I had ever seen. This creature was otherworldly, a celestial being that seemed to radiate power. Its fur was a brilliant starlight white, glowing faintly like moonlight on water. Covering its left eye was a mesmerizing swirl of mana that shimmered like liquid silver, adding an air of mystery to its already ethereal appearance.

Reluctantly I put my hand on Clayton’s shoulder to get his attention. Clayton turned around to meet my eyes. For those who hadn’t seen him angry before I had to admit it was a terrible sight. His rage filled eyes were a dark blood red colour. His inch and a half long fangs, that usually weren’t there, had grown in response to the emotionally charged situation. When he noticed it was me his eyes softened slightly. Alpha Clayton had both werewolf and vampire blood so his inner beast was a hybrid. So when he got pissed enough his wolf/ vampire would surface. As a result Alpha Clayton’s wolf Xavier was a bit different than most wolves. He was much more cruel.

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.