Chiara Bautista Wolf Story Novels & Stories

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

I was rooting for him and Alex all of a sudden because they were the only important people in my life here. A female wolf came to Alex's side and tried to tend to his wounds to ease his pain. She put some liquid from her mouth on the wound to probably stop the wounded area from getting infected, Alex winced in pain. His body was open as he had only a part of his shorts on, just enough to cover his private area. I stared at his build for a while and walked closer to him to stay. The wolf stared at me with those intense eyes of hers, they were so beautiful. Why would anyone want to hurt such beautiful creatures? I raised my hand in surrender, showing that I had no weapons of any sort and I was

No way that omega saves my park. “I saw you and I saw a lady that looks a little like you around the eyes. I assumed she was your sister because she didn’t look any older or younger. I saw her turn into a white spotless wolf.” “That doesn’t mean anything.” Ciara argued. This was absurd. Naomi opened up a page on her book and pointed at it. Ciara and I bent over the big book and read the paragraph she showed us. Both our eyes went wide with shock. This rare wolf we were trying to find was described as a spotless white wolf.

The pages are yellowed and fragile, ink faded but still readable in jagged, hurried script. The writing feels raw and desperate. Like someone’s last attempt to bear witness. They left us behind. The words leap out at me, underlined and scrawled with urgency. Around the edges, there are frantic sketches. Wolves caught between forms, faces twisted in pain or rage. One figure stands out. A wolf with antlers sprouting from its skull, just like the stories Ilsa told me about the Ash-born. The antlers look gnarled and worn, but there’s a wild grace in their shape.

Balthazar interrupted me, he raised his hand and showed a tuft of long black hair between his hands. I stared at his dark face with a confused look. "What's that?" "Wolf fur. And I'm pretty sure this isn't Alex Brennan's wolf fur ... is it?" Balthazar pulled the corners of his mouth downwards. "No ... Alex's wolf fur is brown," I replied in a slightly hoarse voice. "Were you chasing that werewolf? He's probably a member of the Yellowstone Pack-"

the Frenchwoman asked, raising her hands. _ I... I don't know," replied Mitexi, looking from left to right. "Anyway! I want to race them for pheromones, and you want to race them for Alpha's command! I think we both found a point of agreement!" Bianca declared as she began to laugh softly. _ Absolutely," the she-wolf said with a toothy grin. * Black gazed adoringly at the animal form of his Luna. He couldn't stop touching her and lovingly ran his fingers through the thick white fur. He didn't utter a single word because he knew Bianca must be conversing deeply with her wolf.

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

"Get your lazy ass up and make breakfast bitch" I hear my sister Cassandra yell up the stairs and I groan but get up I'd rather avoid another beating. I'm Lisa Daughter of Beta Collins but the pack thinks I'm wolfless so I'm treated more like a servant than Beta's daughter. I'm not wolfless though, truth is I got my wolf when I was 6 years old. Only my best friend Estella daughter of Alpha Isaac knows the truth I made her promise to keep it a secret because I'm a white wolf the only white wolf to be born in 200 years.

Cheyenne let Koa rise, her wolf bursting through in a blaze of white and silver, power rippling from her paws like heat off sunbaked stone. Maddox emerged next, Gunner’s wolf just as massive, his dark fur and his stance ever protective. Chelsea handed Darian off to Grammy with a kiss and a warning about cookies, then shifted with ease—her wolf smaller but sleek, her witch’s aura trailing faintly behind her like mist. Ben cracked his neck, muttered something about “just got this shirt yesterday,” and shifted into his strong russet-colored wolf, a low growl signaling his readiness. Tyler, not one to be left behind, shifted into his own gray wolf, the familiar intensity in his eyes still very m

Lana's gasp of terror could be heard as she looked out the window, Maddie's cries still audible over the sound of my snarling and the rogues' growling as they closed in. "Maddie go in your bedroom, sweetheart," Lana called softy, and the shake in her voice gave me all the motivation I needed to lunge forward, taking down the biggest wolf with me. The wolves around us howled and yipped in excitement as our teeth and claws collided. They weren't prepared for the kind of fight I was willing to give to protect my family. I latched my teeth down, getting a hold of his throat as he kicked and bucked to get me to release my jaw.