Cool Wolf Novels & Stories

It had been way too long since I shifted and just ran. Axel was whipping his clothes off so fast you would think he was getting lucky; he was so keen. After putting his clothes in a backpack – we always had one with us for times like this – and handing it to Ayla to wear, he leapt into the air. A black and grey wolf with Sapphire eyes, standing a comfortable eight foot five, was stood before us, shaking his head and stretching his legs. Ace was free, and he couldn’t have been happier. “Okay, well, there is nothing left for it; time for you to meet Blaze!” I declare

And for a second I saw the coldness in them getting unveiled. As they soften on seeing me. Shock covering his features. I saw a wolf ,ready to take advantage of his lost and oblivious state. Approaching him from behind.But before I could even warn him. I was welcomed with darkness.

Introduction Reign Reign, this is Koltyn. She pointed to a dark brown wolf; he was standing over the small dirty blonde wolf. The small one is Jazlyn. The little wolf yipped, wagged her tail and nuzzled Koltyn. Koltyn’s wolf’s name is Kota and Jaz’s is Artemis and the big black one is Damien’s wolf, Ayres. Ryott explained. You can pet him; he won’t bite you. She giggled. Actually, you’re the only one who’s allowed to pet Ayres. Ayres grunted at Ryott. Oh stop, you know it’s true. She shot at him. Ayres continued to stare at me and slowly moved closer to me crawling on his belly and lowly whimpered at me. What’s he doing? I asked, my eyes going wide.

She understood the self-sufficient philosophy of her old pack, but this wasn't making sense. "Alright, so little shifter lesson for you. We are all governed by a council. The council is all retired Alphas. They look about eighty but most of them are more like two hundred. They live together in Northern Wisconsin. They make the rules, handle major disputes, approve new packs, they're pretty much our presidents. The only criteria to be on the council is having served as an alpha and being one of the five oldest wolves. So when one of them dies they know who's coming on board next."

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

His wolf was a red wolf. King looked at the rest of his friends around the table. Fannar Agdluak was the alpha of the Frost Peaks pack. Just like Articus, he had white hair. His eyes were the clear gray of ice, and his personality was as cold as his eyes. Fannar was nicknamed the Yeti because his white wolf could so easily blend in with the snow and would never be spotted. He was six foot seven and his pack lived up in the cold mountains.

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Probably not, but never say never. As Matthan continues to pace along the border we’ve been assigned to, he freezes when we hear and scent an approaching wolf, but definitely a pack member. We look over as CJ’s wolf Theo approaches us. Theo is 5’1” with gorgeous golden blond fur with patches of white. His fur is extra fluffy along his neck and around his head and is also white in those areas with piercing greyish-blue eyes. I don’t mean this in a rude way because I think Theo is a very majestic-looking wolf, but I would describe him as looking like an overgrown Corgi. Especially when he lies down.

It will be quick and clean, she won’t know what hit her, but we need the cage up and running to get her into it immediately. The Alpha Wolf stepped forward. He was called Nikolai, a Russian cousin of StarWolf, as there had been no one else to take on the Leadership of the Pack. He was six feet five with ice blonde hair and eyes so blue it made the female wolves sway with hunger for him. he was gorgeous, and it was not only the She-Wolves who wanted him.

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?