Civilian Wolves Novel Novels & Stories

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We shared meat roasted over open flames, the fats and juices staining our hands, the scent of the kill a grounding reminder of our place in the food chain. The peace was interrupted by a group of wolves emerging from the northern shadows. They were the "Wild Ones," a rogue pack that had spent the corporate era hiding in the frozen tundras, never touched by the triage or the stars. Their leader, a scarred Alpha named Garen, stepped into the firelight, his fur a matted, rusty brown, his eyes a piercing, lightless yellow.

The night where the wolves completely abandon civility and give in to the wild animal in them. Initially, a wave of disgust made me scrunch up my face and shake my head. It felt barbaric, a chaotic display that belonged in a jungle, not a civilized place. I clamped my hands over my ears, trying to shut out the echoing moans of the she-wolves and the deep grunts of the alphas.

The nurse hedges, wringing her hands. “I’ll go first.” Nina immediately announces, shooting me a glance as if the pups and I are just a second thought. “You can go with your litter afterwards.” ____________________ Ethan My wolf races through the snowy mountains, bounding through thick white mounds of powder as evergreens whir past me at lightning speed. My heart soars – my inner animal hasn’t been free in so long that I almost forgot what this felt like. I can’t even remember when I was able to run this way last. I don’t even know where I am, but I don’t care.

Their keen senses heightened, and their minds sharp, they made for the door, ready to pursue the spy who dared to invade their sanctuary. Violet, though anxious and burdened by her condition, nodded her encouragement, knowing the necessity of their mission. She watched as the two wolves, majestic and fierce, bounded into the night, guided by moonlight and instinct, leaving behind the safety of the cabin to face a world filled with secrets, dangers, and a relentless enemy.

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

The Da Silva family was a large and luxurious family enemy of the LeStrange but because of their kindness they welcomed us. The Da Silva has a secret and they are a clan of werewolves. Not only them, there are many other families of werewolves spread across the Caroline but they are the kindest of all. They are the one who paid the costs of our marriage to the attorney and especially to my deliver to the hospital. At that time Mrs. Da Silva was also pregnant to her son. Long before we lived, wolves lived in Caroline until the province became civilized. Some Caroline people have died because of bad wolves. The Da Silva clan kept the Caroline safe because they’re were the guardian of the provi

He was proud, but he never wanted Kaeden to take on such a responsibility, something that he would live with for the rest of his life—he never wanted this… Sighing deeply, he tracked forward to where his nose led him. After travelling for twenty minutes, deeper into No-man's-land, Cyro came to an area surrounded by rocks and boulders, atop a boulder in the distance, Cyro saw a huge wolf covered in red fur mounting a smaller grey wolf. The wolf, covered in red fur, bit down on the grey wolf’s scuff hard and ravaged its rear end at a crazy speed. The grey wolf whimpered and before everyone’s eyes, the bigger wolf ripped its head off, flinging it into the air.

The air was cool and filled with the sound of birds. I sat up, my body feeling heavy and solid. I looked at my hands. They were covered in dirt. Rowan was beside me, blinking at the sunlight. He looked down at the valley below. Thousands of wolves were emerging from the trees—not the survivors of the Dust-Well, but the wolves of the Southern Peaks, the wolves of the Marshes, and the wolves of the Capital. They were all here. They were all real. "Kaima," Rowan whispered. "Where are we?"

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.