Fae Wolf Novels & Stories

TANIA I spent the better half of this week getting to know the pack more, their schedules, how each individual member had a role in the pack, how they operated and trusted one another implicitly. It was vastly different from how fae worked. Fae lived in cities but, just like human cities, we were independent. We did not rely on one another and most certainly did not all play a role the way wolves did. For wolves, each and every member in their pack was family which they were willing to die for. There was something so pure about it. Pure enough to have guilt riddle the very essence of my being each time I remembered what I had done to them.

Alec takes a moment before telling me more. “There are more than just wolves there. The witch we are working with is mated to one of my guys. That’s how we know her and know that she’s reliable. We also have those that are just looking for sanctuary. My dad opened it up more after what happened with your dad all those years ago.” I didn’t really think about there being other mythicals in the pack. I know there are a lot more out there, but they don’t usually stand out as much as wolves do. It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell.

She knew what specie it belonged to, but the fact that it was so close was what she didn’t understand. A fae trespassing on werewolf land? There must be one reason for such a calamity…and she knew just what it was… Verya moved away from the lake, finding solid grounds instead of the slippery grass. It was here to fight and even if it wasn’t, it deserved death for trespassing on her father’s land without permission. Faes weren’t friends to werewolves, especially when it came to her father…her father hated them since one had been the root cause of his mate’s death… And for that, Verya hated them too.

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

This is the reason the she-wolf try hard to match with their Alphas in a specific time and trained hard to cope with all the characteristics of a Luna before they attract different mates from other packs. .....

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

recited Eric Arnaud Féret, current monarch and alpha leader of all Craenia, with a venia that Axe swore made the old wolf's back ache, but it was no less elegant than the one he himself would have made, wolves were superior, different and exquisite. Axe had had so many opportunities to travel, which allowed him not only to know foreign cultures, but also races: felines, birds, among other shapeshifters that had taught him many things, however, wolves were better preserved, they seemed to have a pact with life and the god Fenrir himself, which could be considered satanic, allowing them to age slowly, and in spite of everything, mostly, in good condition.

Sitting back down she continued on with her story “The seer told her that with the killing of her brother, the prophecy had changed. These white wolves are called a WiOfa. White wolf Fae. That because of the killings, each white wolf born would be born after many years and will find her mate after long periods each time. But she also warned that with each white wolf born, they will no longer be pure white. They would each have a colour on them until eventually a wolf will have but a small speck of colour as that is when the time will be for the Astrid to rise again”

My pack knew that I already had a mate. Maya pushed me and looked at me angrily. "I am Fae, Maya's wolf. Listen to me very well because I will only say this to you just once. I can barely hold her. I don't have full control over my human and she always does what she wants, even if it will hurt us." She looked Irish and continued talking.

If I had a wolf, I would be following in a long family tradition. It was unheard of for a she-wolf to leave the pack. They always had mates, typically fated but if not, usually males would begin offering to take her as a chosen mate within a few months. If after two Mates Dinners, a she-wolf didn't find her mate, she could technically opt to go to college, as long as she returned for every Mates Dinner. But I didn't know of a single she-wolf that actually had. I had looked to see in the pack office last year, I looked at stats for pack members with college degrees. Our pack values education and many members go to college, but it's mostly males.