Chronicles Of The Wolf Novels & Stories

She was happy he did that but she still doesn't trust him. “ Can you tell me about my wolf?” She asked him as she sat down on her lap laps while searching for honesty in his eyes. “ Three centuries ago. A powerful wolf was born, she was the daughter of the Alpha king. She shifted into her wolf at the age of five, something which was very uncommon since werewolves only shift when they are sixteen. The Alpha king knew something was special about his pup but still loved her anyway. That was the first Decanal, The majestic black wolf with red eyes.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

They will discover that I am a cursed wolf that cannot turn and they will throw me out just like everyone else before them had. “A cursed wolf like yourself will never find love, a cursed wolf like yourself will never find family, a cursed wolf like yourself will continue to roam the face of the Earth alone until death decides to take pity on her.” These are the words of my aunt, they ring over and over in my head every single time. It has gotten way worse with the blue moon coming…

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.

“What law?” He handed her a worn, leather-bound journal. Pages yellowed with time. Symbols she recognized only vaguely. Moon-touched language. “The last wolf mated twice,” he said, “wasn’t cursed.” She opened the book, heart racing. “She was a weapon.”

"We're not calling it a dream wolf." "Why not? It's both accurate and fun." "It's ancient. Revered. Dangerous." "So am I before coffee." He blinked at her. "You make humor a defense mechanism." "You say that like it's not impressive." He sighed, which she assumed meant she'd technically won that round. Rivener spread a map across the table. Not a normal map—this one shimmered faintly, markings carved in ink so dark it almost looked alive. "This," he said quietly, "is the territory where the wolf first appeared in pack history."

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea