Chiara Bautista Wolf Story Novels & Stories

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

“Why . . . why didn’t you tell me before?” “Because we haven’t really had the time, and neither of us were ready,” Chiara mumbles guiltily. “It just happened when Savina was trying to hurt me. My body just grew and the next thing I know I was out of there. I saw my reflection and saw that I was a Wolf, and there was this voice in my head that was kind of commanding me but at the same time following me. It was strange and bad and for a whole moment I thought I was losing my mind. . . .” She trails off. My chest feels heavy. I don’t know what to feel. I know that she didn’t hide it from me intentionally, but now it seems that the whole dynamic has changed.

Piles of dead bodies and most especially, Alpha Goan's bloody and weak body tried to get away from the feral white wolf. While the white wolf raised it's right paw to hit Alpha Goan which will probably cause him his last breath, Princess Faricenda leaped and pushed him out of the way which made him gnash its teeth angrily. The two wolves faced one another challengingly, like they were going to pounce on each other soon.

In the end, he did not dare to obstruct them any further. Andrius and his group walked toward the door. Tomorrow was the day of the Martial Way Convention, and today was the final call for registration. On the way, Clarissa shook her head and said, “Wolf King, you’re the Wolf King of Florence and have experienced countless battles, but you’re unexpectedly so soft-hearted to the point of being excessively compassionate.” Andrius raised his brows. “What do you mean?” “Hehe...” Clarissa smiled and extended her right hand. Her slender fingertips flashed with a dazzling emerald green. “I’ve already poisoned him. That guy is finished.”

Chiara. Her face pales, ashamed to have been caught spying. I step around Alice and grab Chiara by the arm, ready to tell her off for eavesdropping but I’m stopped in my tracks as my wolf Nelson surges to the surface, roaring “Let her go! She’s our fated mate!” I shake my head confused. Chiara doesn’t have a wolf. How could she be our fated mate? You must sense someone else. Nelson growls, “She’s our mate. Not someone else. Her.”

Looking at it now, I couldn't believe how foolish I'd been. "Elara." A voice came from the gate. I looked up. Silas stood there, a bag of fruit in his hand. Silas was a neighbor I'd met here. A native wolf of the Southern Pack. He ran a small architectural design studio. When I first arrived, I'd happened to apply for a position there. That was how we met. "How are you feeling today?" He walked in and set the fruit on the table. "Brought you some oranges. Thought you might like them."

I replied Giselle didn't intend to raise her head to look at me, she kept talking and made her tone sound like a mutter "I think I was fooled. Or maybe there is a reason behind all this. Eliz taught me to talk to my Wolf. I did and I met a very beautiful wolf. The Wolf's name is Ava, its fur is white and smooth. Her eyes were bright blue. Then he said whatever things I missed without realizing it, I think I've been living life as a happy human being. "Grisella explained.

I disconnected her from all devices; that made the others get up, but when they saw the situation, they helped me. I took her into the forest, and I could see her first transformation. Chiara's face was one of complete disbelief as her bones snapped hard and she screamed in pain. I feared she would not endure the first change, but it was natural. So I just gave her encouragement until finally she became a big, perfect white she-wolf. “It can't be,” Loreta gasped. "She's the white she-wolf in the story; she's the dominant bloodline. She's not just any she-wolf; she's very powerful."

Sofia buried her tiny hands into his thick fur while giggling uncontrollably, and Luca practically climbed onto Lorenzo’s back like he had just discovered the greatest thing in the world. Lorenzo lowered himself onto the grass, letting the children crawl all over him while his tail swept lazily behind him. “I knew you were hiding something cool from us!” Luca shouted excitedly. “I knew you had a wolf too! I knew it!” Sofia hugged Lorenzo’s neck tightly while laughing. “You’re so fluffy!” Lorenzo’s wolf huffed softly in amusement. Then his deep voice echoed through my mind. [It’s okay, Chiara.] My breath caught instantly.

It had never been as unbearable as it was right now. "Alpha Krause," the doctor greeted us happily. He was an old wolf who had been around long enough he delivered me from my mother. His hair was salt and pepper looking. He stood with a slight hunch from years of service. The kind hazel eyes he had were slightly faded with age and reflected off his lightly tanned skin. He gave me a small head bow in respect. It wasn't uncommon for an Alpha to not like his Luna speaking to other male wolves no matter their pack position. The gesture showing his age even more.