Emerald Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

"Nueva, are you OK? She whispered in a raspy concerned voice. Nueva groaned, too fatigued to form words. Eira's dazed orbs found the demon's lean shape as she stumbled onto her feet. On the softened nature floor next to her lay a majestic strawberry roan wolf. His coat was thick and shiny with a long bushy tail, ending in a golden tip. Eira was utterly mesmerised, her head tipped wonderingly, eyes sparkling. Then, the wolf finally opened his eyes. The soulless green that had seethed only moments ago had been replaced by warm molten gold.

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

The pond is not far away, and when we arrive I gasp in our mind. ‘How is this possible?’ I ask the women, not knowing if they can hear me or if it’s a one way communication? The wolf looking back at me has fur like melted gold, with deep green paws and tail end. The eyes are shining green, as the jewel Emerald is named after. She shakes out her fur, standing proudly and walking back to the women after taking a drink. ‘How else than you are a special wolf, my child?’ The woman asks with amusement in her voice. She smiles at me, her shining blue eyes looking through my soul.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

Slowly, the animal started walking towards me! I wasn’t scared though, I felt calm. Almost relaxed and comforted. I watched as this animal got closer and closer. It was a very large wolf! I have never seen one so large before. She was beautiful! She was solid grey, almost silver with a shine to her. She glowed really. With her green eyes, she was looking directly into my soul. As she got closer to me, I reached out and petted her nose. She had the softest fur I have ever felt! “What is your name?” I asked to her

"I have been expecting you." "You have?" "The plague is not random. It is targeted. Someone wants you to suffer." She pulls back her hood. Her face is ancient, her eyes deep green. "I am the Emerald Wolf. And I know who sent the plague." "Who?" "Your old enemy. Maeve." I stare at her. "Maeve is dead. I defeated her. The rite." "Her body is dead. Her spirit is not." The Emerald Wolf rises. "She made a deal with the dark gods. Her power is not gone. It is sleeping. And it is using the plague to wake itself up."

I knew what was coming, so I decided to take in the beauty of the full moon as I moved from the forest to the open area. “Ah, finally, I made it through the woods,” I said out loud to no one in particular, because, well, I was alone. Until I wasn’t. An unnaturally large white wolf emerged from the forest next to me so that it could stand in front of me. I looked deep into the wolf’s eyes, the same emerald green as mine. Something in my bones filled me with a sense of familiarity, which used to unnerve me. I was used to seeing this strange wolf after years of this dream. Now I stood in front of it unafraid. Something in my head screamed a single word, mine. That was new, and it confused me be