Cool Wolf Novels & Stories

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

Aleister POV As if I was floating, I watched the coolest looking black wolf running. Every time the light caught it, grey and silver shinned brightly. He’s the fastest wolf I’ve ever seen. Graceful, poised, everything a wolf would want to be. That’s me. I am that magnificent wolf. But who is that up ahead? The most beautiful golden wolf. Quickly big wolf, catch her. I was awoken from my delightful dream by the cold and wet feeling of water. Shooting up I growled and looked around until I was met with the laughing faces of Liam and Leon.

The wolf understood me without words, he flew into the house, dousing me with splashes of wet snow. - Hey, hush, hush, now I'll bring towels, - I looked back to check that the wolf had remained in place. He obediently sat on the entrance rug. Smart dog. I brought three towels at once for such and such an animal and began to gently blot his fur with a cloth. He froze, all that could be heard was his heart beating loudly. - That's all, - she glanced at her work and broke into a smile, - Ah, that's what a wolf dude looks like!

I snarled again. The young wolf looked as though he may throw up. “I, I am Cobalt. I am from the Moon Eclipse pack. Please, please don’t hurt me.” I could tell he was young. Maybe sixteen if I had to guess. I shifted into my human form. He stayed still as he lay on his back on the ground. “Shift,” I command him. He looks down as his human form takes control. He was tall and kind of skinny. He looked worried as though I may kill him at any point. “Stand up,” I ordered trying not to scare him too much.

“No problem. Tomorrow morning, I’ll run with you, brother.” Calder chuckled, catching the guy’s attention. “Oh, sorry. I used to run a marathon. He thinks he can beat me.” “Really?” Califf arched a brow. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” “How big is your wolf?” “Yeah, you don’t remember yesterday,” Califf remembered. “He’s an Alpha. His wolf is bigger than any of us. He had the same color as yours, but he had a shiny midnight black coat,” Everlee explained to him.

Waylen runs fast and easy, dodging trees, bushes and any other obstacle that got in our way until we smelled the rotten stench of rogues. I smile. You would think that if they were trying to set a trap, they would at least cover their smell just a little better. Waylen is a very large black wolf with just a hint of light grey. He blends in with the shadows and uses them to his advantage. Even with how big he is, he is very light on his paws and very rarely makes a sound.

“The whole pack?” “Except the elders and the unmated women. They are at a safe house, enchanted by the witches. We have ten packs from up and down the coast being managed here. It seems hunters west of the Mississippi River aren’t as organized. Some had crossed the country when they learned Bowman had the white wolf.” Magnus gave me more details. “Bowman?” “Piers Bowman, head of the New York Chapter. He has the biggest following.” “The man with the cowboy hat? They are a misguided cult.”

He looked up at me for a moment, then looked back down. "What I had heard moving turned and made a beeline for me. Out on the trail ahead of me stepped the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was matted and dirty. It had its ears back and its head low as it snarled." Skye closed his eyes as if reliving that day. "Foam coated its jaws."

I felt relief wash over me, but there’s no denying there is still some uncertainty looming over us. Who is it and why the hell is it dead on our grounds? “I think this wolf is from the Northern Ice Pack. Very few have the branding on the back of the neck shaped like a stellar dendrite,” River shared and when I looked at where he was pointing at, I concluded he is likely correct. “But… what the fuck is it doing here, I don’t know.” “And who the hell could have done this? Did you check with the other patrols? Did they not accidentally start a fight or something?” I asked Aspen and he shook his head.

He picked up their clothing, and they walked hand in hand back to James' quarters. The auburn colored wolf watched the couple walking out of the woods from her third floor window. Her tail wagged. She was happy for her friend. Now if only she could solve her own problem. She really liked her wolf, but wanted her own self back. She was more than willing to share though. She heard the door open and turned to see Cole walking in. She bounded over to him, rubbing her body against his.