Fae Wolf Novels & Stories

Karen couldn't believe all the changes in her life in such a short time. Less than three weeks ago she was day dreaming about a man she walked past on the street. Now she couldn't wait to be his mate and become a wolf. She watched her chocolate colored wolf running through the trees in his pursuit of a deer. She wondered if she'd be able to do it, chase after an animal and kill it. He had assured her that her wolf would take care of it for her. It would be a natural instinct. She still worried.

People always thought it was simply because of the driveway that led up to the ranch house and how it formed a massive loop, and someone in the early days had made a huge typo and my parents had just thought it was funny at the time, and they had decided to stick to the name. Nope… not the right story there at all. Loup wasn’t spelled wrong at any given time. It didn’t refer to a loop in our fucking driveway either. Loup was French, French for the word that held our family’s true identity, one that we kept hidden from the outside world with a passion. Loup… meaning WOLF. Because that right there was exactly what we were. We weren’t even humans, we were werewolves. Werewolves who were running

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

That was a great idea. His tray was filled with food. Wolves had advanced metabolisms, so they needed more food and calories than humans. Fae typically also ate a lot if they utilized their magic and wings to accommodate the burned calories from it. However, I was not back up to what used to be typical for me.

I have no idea why but I find myself being drawn to him . As I make my way to the rogue who has sparked my attention I feel all their eyes on me as I walk towards the moody looking wolf that's sitting on a tree stump with nothing except a pair of cut off denim shorts on . His eyes never leave mine , coming to stand in front of him I notice her smells different from the others . As a fae I am naturally taller than humans and most wolves , but the moment that he stands up i realise he is taller than me . As soon as he reaches out for me and pulls me to him by wrapping his arm around my waist I knew something was wrong .

"Because none of you has Fae traits in you, only Alec can do that because he is a white wolf." "Let's get to work!" ***

I say, “and besides; it wouldn't have done any good. You see, my uncle is an elder” “Damn,” Celeste says. “I'm so sorry, Lia” Sophia says, placing her hand on my lap—so warm. “So you're a markless wolf with magical healing abilities that would put even the Faes to shame” Celeste chimes. “Those stuck-up assholes would be so jealous if they knew a werewolf could heal others better than them” Sophia laughs. I laugh too. I've never come across a Fae before but from what I hear is; small groups of them live in the wilds while most of them live in valleys hidden within the mountains at the edge of the continent.

Nyles said helplessly. Anastasia shuddered inwardly. She had heard all about that man. The demon wolf who had an insatiable taste for blood and death. They also said he had connections to the human world–a place her people have been forbidden to go because it was a place where they were worshipped–humans worshipped Faes whom they call Fairy. Offerings were given to them by these humans and the Faes thrive on this offerings. The people of her kingdom was highly protected, for they were the highest species in the Lorea Empire. Faes were also not allowed to step out of Vilinski for fear that the demon wolf was lurking around. And also because of most of them, no all of them, fear that they will

Kat screamed as we peered into the valley below. Dead wolves covered the valley floor, so many that one could only guess at the color of the ground beneath them. Reegan paced back and forth in wolf form, snarling and growling at the dozen or so Dark Fae that jeered back at him in their garbled language, the sound of which made my skin crawl. And there, kneeling at their feet, was a beaten and bloody Ryan, staring up defiantly at the creatures about to end his life.

When Thalia's wolf prowled out of the holding cell and started to stalk Finn's grey and white wolf, the crowd cheered. Her wolf had copper colored fur with blue and green eyes, like that of Rhea's. I wondered if Rhea's wolf was copper colored. The size of Thalia's wolf was also quite impressive. She was large for a female. She took slow calculated movements towards Finn. As soon as he pounced, she dodged.