Celestial Wolf Novels & Stories

Celeste’s first year changed everything. Not just for us, but for both packs. She became a symbol of hope. Of unity. Of the new world we were building. She was extraordinary from the beginning. At three months, she shifted for the first time. Most wolf pups didn’t shift until at least six months. But Celeste was different. Special. Her wolf form was stunning. Pure silver fur that gleamed like moonlight. Violet eyes inherited from somewhere deep in both our bloodlines. She was small, barely larger than a house cat, but her presence was undeniable.

The traitors on the Council of Wolves will make sure to inform Magnus that the one wolf who is prophesied to kill him is alive and well. I had to find a way to become friends with her, warn her and maybe teach her how to use her powers. A celestial wolf is rare and I will not allow Magnus to kill her. I will keep my promise to Celeste or die trying.

"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

I felt sick from all the lies and secrets. “Celeste,” she called after me. “Wait.” I ignored her, increasing my pace. “Celeste,” she called again, and I halted. “They were protecting you,” Vanessa said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to face her. “From what? You? The pack? Everyone's stronger than me!” I yelled. “Celeste,” she breathed. “You're special. Your kind is rare. You're a lunarias wolf. The very ancestors of the wolves. The oldest and strongest link between the wolves and the supernatural.”

A few of them were unconcious and there was still a wolf or two missing. The witches that were still standing were in a row on the otherside of the fire, staring down Naomi and the others. Most of them had injuries too but they looked smug and self rightous. Naomi would give anything to wipe those looks of their faces right now. "Ladies! let's welcome our esteemed guests for this evening's ceremony shall we" creid Molly as she pullled Naomi and Alex forward. " I would like to introduce you all the only one who could make this ritual possible... Naomi Clarke and Alex Davenport. The last of the great white wolves and our sacrifices to the goddess Hecate!" as Molly finished speaking the witches

Instead, with remarkable finesse, the wolf landed beside her, his powerful tail sandwiched between Celeste and the unforgiving ground. Celeste slowly opened her eyes, and her vision was immediately consumed by the sharp, unwavering gaze of the wolf. His eyes were fixed on her, large and intense, radiating fierce, unyielding energy. Celeste could feel the weight of the stare, and it was as if the wolf was peering deep into her soul. Or rather, her inner wolf.

I saw a wolf, but this wolf was unlike any I've ever seen. Its fur was pure white, and it was glowing. Its eyes were like galaxies, swirling with stars and cosmic dust. I stumbled back, my mouth hanging open. "What... who are you?" The celestial wolf tilted its head, regarding me with those impossible eyes. "I am many things, Lyra of the Black Moon Pack. Guardian of knowledge. Keeper of secrets. Some have called me the First Wolf, though that name is not entirely accurate." I swallowed hard, trying to process what I was seeing. "Are you... a god?"

- I, as the alpha of the pack, on a mental level can call any wolf or she-wolf of my pack. - What about me? - No, Leah, neither I can hear your wolf, - he climbed a couple of steps, so that now our faces are on the same level, - and she does not hear my wolf. Thanks to this one,” he stretched his hand to my neck and, picking up the cord, pulled out my cross-artifact, “an amusing little thing. Maxim grabbed the cross and clenched it in his fist, at that moment I was as if scorched by heat, a ringing sounded in my head, as if a bell had been struck nearby.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

}} [ that dear one was the cries of my children, the lake is made up of tears of those who lost loved ones in one way or the other before their time, the orbs you see are wandering souls of those who have died before meeting their destined and are stuck here roaming and searching for all eternity, I do not wish that for you Hayden or for any of my children, I have spend milleniums looking on as my children lost their lives foolishly for naught, it pains me and it haunts me to see how far my creations have strayed from their purpose ] {{ Then what must I do to get my mate that was stolen back? }} [ fear not, all is not lost, I have a child a blessed and chosen child that is assisting the Cres