Demi Wolf Novels & Stories

A pang of undeniable jealousy clenched Lily’s heart. God, why couldn’t she let it be that simple? Why couldn’t she just accept what others were so willing to offer? She restlessly shook her head. “I’m sorry, I have no right to pry.” “You’re not prying, and even if you were, you have every right. We’re family.” Demi smiled sweetly. “Lily, you have to understand, I am a human. My childhood was one of constant loneliness and the fear I would never truly belong anywhere. I didn’t know what I was or why I was so different, so I could never let anyone close, in case they realized I was…abnormal. And then Dimitri came crashing into my life, and I learned that I was a werewolf, if a rather dysfuncti

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

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.

"Wolves, Ivory. What other supernaturals do you know that run in a pack?" Ivory's hard gaze met Demetria's and she swallowed nervously. "Are you more of a cat person?" Demetria asked. Jack glanced at his sister. "What's the matter?" "Nothing," she said, turning her back to them. "I'm just surprised she's with a pack. Are you mated to one?" "Funny you asked. Demetria is tormenting the poor wolf. Won't give him any, even though he's lost his previous mate."

Sameka's wolf shrieked as Luna Miriam's wolf tore through her jaw, ripping off the bottom half as she flipped Sameka's wolf over. Sameka Manigo's light-brown average-size wolf was on the ground now missing its lower jaw. Miriam's massive wolf tossed the jaw onto the side of the square. I watched as Miriam's wolf stood towering over Sameka's wolf. The size difference was mind-blowing. The wolf was breathing but was barely able to stand up. Sameka Manigo's light brown wolf shakily, missing her lower jaw. As Miriam's wolf, a huge black-as-night wolf, started to circle, the injured shaky wolf struggling to stand.

“Do you remember that movie? The one where the guy changed into his wolf while he was still in the air?” There was a brief pause before Ellie answered, her tone already knowing. “Yeah… you’re thinking about trying that, aren’t you?” “We have to help him somehow,” I said, urgency creeping into my voice. Ellie let out a quiet breath. “Alright… but how do you plan to know which one to take down?” They looked too alike. I narrowed my eyes, forcing myself to focus. There had to be something. Something small. Then I saw it. “Demarion has a scar on his side,” I said quickly. “Damien doesn’t. In wolf form, it shows as a patch where the fur is missing. It follows the shape of the scar.”

They greeted once more, their heads lowered at their average height. After shaking me up and making me all dizzy, he drops me on a sofa, taking his seat opposite me. He wipes off the blood on his neck with clothes, his well-sculpted abs coming into view. He was truly astonishing. “Welcome back, princess.” A lady in all white came in, the skull-made staff in her hands. She had white hairs, white eyelids, and white eye strokes, and judging from the combination, her wolf must be white. “The name is…”

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

She didn’t want to bother you. “I think pretty good? I had a dream that the white wolf came and lay with me. Other than that, no dreams.” “I don’t think that was a dream, Danni…” Luka’s Voice Trailed off. “What?” I asked him. Why wouldn’t that be a dream? It had to be. It made no sense. How could I talk to a wolf? Then it hit me. I saw and spoke to the black wolf that showed up in my dream that one time. “Wait…” I began to put together a puzzle I had no idea was apart in my life. “The white wolf is real…? Like the black wolf is?” I said it as if it were a question. Luka didn’t answer me as I worked through this. “They can both speak to us?” I mused out. Then I remembered what the black wolf

Protecting the coven is at the top of their priority. The next are the werewolves, who are considered as children of the moon. They are birthed through a stone given by the Goddess herself. They come in packs and are loyal. But of course, there are instances where some may go feral because not everyone can handle the feeling of breaking all the bones in their bodies whenever they transition and being chained up. These feral wolves are something to look out for during full moons. Those who choose not to have a pack are called lone wolves. He had never seen one before. He rarely leaves the coven back then because a witch is pretty useless without his magic.