Civilian Wolves Novel Novels & Stories

It noticed every move I did, and it only seemed to get it even more angered, to the point where it suddenly started moving faster towards me, causing my heart to slam against my chest even harder, a loud scream escaping my trembling lips. This is it. This the end. The very end. I’m going to die, right now and here, torn apart by a rabid wolf...This is my end...I mentally whispered, tears making their way down my cheeks as I just stood there, defeated, waiting for the very end. I knew it very well that I had no chance in escaping it or running away. So I just embraced it and stood there, waiting. Only it never came...Instead, it suddenly took a halt right in front of me and the sudden sound o

Three more wolves fall to the floor and the blast ripples through their declining numbers. They will not give up. Until the last one takes their final breath they will chase us, intent on spilling our blood. Celeste fires off three more marbles in quick succession but the wolves are ready this time and jump out of their way before they are caught in the explosion. ‘They are all gone.’ Celeste shouts in my head. The glimmer of hope that had started to build inside me is crushed and I know we are not going to live through the night. One wolf slams hard into the side of the truck and buckles my door inwards and send the truck careening across multiple lanes. Shit. I mange to steady us and pull

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

I will be remembered in history as the first Luna who was not the Alpha’s mate, but the Alpha’s most beloved wife. Flavian escorted me out of the House and suggested I ride one of the wolves that will ensure I return to the palace in the quickest possible time. Of course. Werewolves are the shadows of the moon and hence they are quick, stealthy, and ride the night breeze. However… I have never ridden a wolf before.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

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."

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

It means that he knows what he was doing, We just don't understand what he means. "The books disappeared into thin air the second I finished reading them. And everything written on it was saved in my brain. All the spells, potions, and cures for all illnesses. Everything in my brain, including how to make humans into werewolves without getting bitten. The witches might no longer be chasing Hunter Grey. But our pack as well." Clark, the only wolf who is not part of the pack, suddenly stood firmly behind Ethan, extending his full support. The rest of the pack was put into silence as they waited to see how Alpha Romulo would respond.

Alex said, frowning, “they’re gone. Extinct. Why? What could have wiped out an entire civilization of wolves like this?” “I wondered the same. My wolf speaks of a betrayal of a sister pack. A rumor that turned the others against them. It doesn't make sense, even with the betrayal there should still be a few of us around. Why am I the only one remaining and why do people believe I'm cursed.” I turned the page ready to know what had changed, but the section that followed was shockingly empty. The vibrant stories of heroism and worship were abruptly replaced with vague accounts of conflict and fear.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.