Cool Wolf Novels & Stories

My heart told me that it was someone familiar but the external appearance told the opposite. Did I know any blue wolves? No! No one dared to approach, anticipating that it could be something dangerous as the blue wolf didn't try to hide after our presence. Cohen and the rest of the warriors waited for Radolf's command who was staring at the wolf coldly. Radolf was also surprised and vowed that if it was sent by their enemy, he would strangle this wolf in his bare hands. After a short silence, Radolf marched forward with his big bulging muscles. Looking down at the wolf which was shorter than him, he barked at him,

Mate! My wolf growled excitedly as I alighted from the vehicle. He stood at the entrance of the packhouse, his presence was impossible to ignore. My heart beat faster as I alighted the car and walked towards him. His scent is clean and sharp, like a crisp pine forest after a fresh rain. It carries the tang of cedar and the faintest hint of smoky embers, grounding him in strength and authority. It’s the scent of the wilderness—untamed, but with an underlying control that mirrors his dominant nature. Whenever I catch his scent, it brings a sense of stability and protection, yet with a dangerous edge that keeps me on high alert.

Frankie POV My Little Bee is coming home this weekend and I couldn’t be more thrilled. My wolf, Kolt, and I are excited to meet Nikki’s wolf. Kolt already loves Nikki and He’s sure that he is going to be in love at first sight with Nikki’s wolf. I wonder what she will look like. If I remember correctly Tom’s wolf was gray with black tipped fur. Stella’s wolf, Madrid, was a light golden brown. So Nikki’s wolf could be a combination of the two or entirely different.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

I felt a drop of something fall on my exposed shoulder. I touched it and saw what it was; slobber. As I looked up I saw the red colored collar that was around the wolf that was still in its cage. The tag for this behemoth said Eyolf which was Lucky Wolf in Norwegian. If I survived this Elijah and I would have a long talk about his definition of “dogs.” As Connor made another lunged for me I felt my wolf claw her way to the surface. I complied as I felt my skin crawl and my nails extend to claws.

Six years as Beta had given me good instincts even if I had spent most of those years ignoring them. "Step back from the door," I said. "I want to hear your feet move." A shuffle. Footsteps moving back two or three paces. I opened the door. A young wolf stood in the corridor. Maybe twenty five, slim, with dark circles under his eyes and the particular look of someone who had been arguing with themselves for a long time and had finally lost the argument. I did not recognize him. "Who are you?" I said. "My name is Colt," he said. "I work under Alpha Ashwood. Border patrol, eastern rotation."

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

As we get into the forest we phase into wolf form without stopping, my wolf Colt has a determination about him, being a rare golden wolf you would think he was pretty but Colt has a look about him he oozes power and strength, he is bigger than a normal wolf and just one look from him and most wolves are quaking with fear, I look to my right and see Ant, Antony's dark grey wolf with a similar look of determination on his face and movement to my left confirms Bellas spotted brown wolf Ella is also by my side,