Emerald Wolf Novels & Stories

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.

Fallen leaves and dust grazed my back as I rolled on the ground until my legs found some balance and I stood up. Mom ran towards us and her eyes turned white like the moon as she cast a spell on the wolves. It didn’t seem to affect them as they furiously looked at me while closing the distance between us. It didn’t work? “It's not working. It's because of my white magic.” Mom shouted. That made sense. Wolves of the Emerald Pack were also referred to as ‘Angelic wolves’ because their powers and principles were deeply rooted in nature. White magic also worked with the laws of nature, so they might have been immune to Mom’s spells.

Emotions surged within her: adrenaline pumping, love for Kael through the mind-link steadying her—Stay close, Kael; Ash with Ember. Mid-stride, Alya shifted, her body rippling in silver light—bones cracking, fur sprouting—as she became Ember, the sleek auburn wolf bounding forward, her crescent star glowing brightly on her collarbone through the fur, illuminating the path like a lunar torch. Her fiery eyes scanned ahead, paws silent on the grass, the mist parting around her form.

"Sorry, what?" "Your wolf. She's copper-colored." I stared at him. "How do you know that?" He didn't answer. Just watched me with those sharp, calculating eyes. "He knows things he shouldn't know," Ember said, uneasy now. “Yeah, I'm getting that.” "That's an interesting color," Silas continued, almost to himself. "It's a rare one." "Great. I'll add it to my resume. 'Willow Chen: Rare Wolf Color, Apparently a Spy, Definitely Confused.'"

That glow returned to his eyes. I leaned closer and lowered my voice. "Is your wolf safe to talk about?" Drake's brow lifted in clear amusement. "Of course. He's more polite than I am." I laughed. I didn't doubt it. "Okay, your eyes. They don't change colors when your wolf is engaged. Wait... What's his name?" He smiled. "Emory. And no, my eyes don't change colors. Humans say they glow, but we don't see it the way you do."

But I remain still, observing, holding my tongue until the silence gives me room to speak. “Why?” I finally ask after a while. “Why is Emal’s wolf considered so rare?” They turn toward me like I’ve spoken blasphemy. I don’t flinch. “I saw it,” I continue, locking eyes with Mother. “It wasn’t just white...it shimmered. Like moonlight had been poured into his skin. Silver, powerful and massive. It is bigger than any of ours. Why is that?” The room falls still. Mother doesn’t answer right away. She arches one of her carefully drawn brows, eyes narrowing slightly as though my question is both a nuisance and a challenge.

Then the ludicrousness of her thought popped up and she locked eyes with him again. "Stop using that voice on me." "For being so young and so new, you really are quite strong. I think you're going to make a fine addition around here. Lesser wolves can't speak to me that way." "That's a horrible way to talk about your pack." "It's not horrible if it's the truth." James shrugged. "All wolves are not created equal." "Then what makes me so special?" "If there were a rhyme or reason I would tell you. Strong genes?"

He seemed genuinely interested. “She is an alpha wolf which means she’s very big, she is also a soft silvery grey colour, and the base of her fur is dark like my father's, it gives almost a rippled look.” Ember smiled as she thought of her wolf. She hadn’t shifted since she got here she would love to go for a run. “I would take you to the woods to show you, but I am not supposed to leave the grounds. Apparently because of the border issues we have been having with your people.” She cast him a slightly suspicious glance pursing her lips. Torin grinned wide showing off his perfect teeth.

“Go help her!” “Help?” I retorted mockingly, such lady can never be my mate. “A weak mate who couldn't defend herself talk more of her pack can never be my mate, I could go help her but she isn't worth the risk of exposing my powers to the rest of the pack thereby spoiling my plans.” She suddenly raised her head like she could sense me as she turned to catch my gaze, our eyes locked with each other. “Emerald eyes?” Wolves do not possess such color of eyes as the women were commonly seen with yellowish eyes, her hair's silvery white hair like that of the moon.

"Emerald is dead! Her body is in that coffin! Whatever sick game you're playing ends right now!" She stared for too long, studying my face like she could see something I couldn't. It made my skin crawl. "Not entirely." she mummured. The words sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the rain. Dangerous silence fell across the clearing. I could feel the pack's confusion and growing fear behind me. My wolf was clawing to get out, desperate to eliminate this threat to our territory, to Emerald's memory and to everything we were trying to hold together.