Fairy Tales About Wolves Novels & Stories

“Do you want to hear one of the one’s she tells, or something new?” Lila thinks for a moment, finally squeaking, “new!” “Alright.” I smile softly, searching for the right words to begin. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little wolf who was taken prisoner by an evil sorcerer. He was very mean to her, and very bad.” I explain dramatically. “He kept her locked away in a cage with no light and no people to talk to. He gave her potions to make her weak, and told her terrible things so she would not have the heart to fight him.”

I look at my clock and see I have 10 minutes left so I put on my shoes and texted Derric that I will be waiting for them in the lobby. We have arrived at the royal castle 10 minutes early. After they announced us we walked into the hall. We start mingling with the other werewolves that are present. Mostly all the unmated supernatural are present except for the Alpha, Beta, and third in command couples. We have to be here no exception. I look around hoping to find someone that looks interesting to talk to. I see a young fairy walking towards me. "Hi, my name is Celia. I'm the sister of the fairy queen."

"Hello there, beautiful wolf. We mean you no harm. We're just passing through this forest on a journey. What brings you here?" The wolf tilted its head, seemingly understanding Hera's words. It let out a low growl, which Hera interpreted as a friendly greeting. Davien cautiously approached, his eyes filled with intrigue. "We've heard tales of the wisdom of the forest creatures. Is there anything you can share with us?" The wolf's eyes seemed to sparkle as it began to speak. "Greetings, travelers. I am known as Luna, the guardian of this enchanted forest. I have witnessed the ebb and flow of time and have learned many secrets. What knowledge do you seek?"

Do I need to sacrifice a goat first or something? Angelica leans forward, her eerie pale eyes practically glowing with excitement. "Over the eons since the Moon Goddess created us werewolves, there have been several reports of white wolves." ‘Like we didn’t already know that!’ Zanthe huffs. I bite my tongue, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “These reports are mostly considered fairy tales and morality stories by the majority of wolf-kind. However, a few scholars—and we Oracles—know them to be corroborated historical events.”

I didn’t take a breather until I was done and I couldn’t help the smile on my face. “Oh my,” my mama said breathlessly. She was shocked to say the least and at a loss of words. My sisters filled the room with gasps and excited chatter until my mama cleared her throat and looked at me. “You met her?” “Yes, I met her. I spoke with her and her mate. And two other wolves who were with her, one was a woman who was a Fairy, a real Fairy, with powers. Oh! And Gabryl was there!” This seemed to perk up her ears even more, probably adding more confirmation to what I had told her.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

One of them is my own. Lola reads through a book of fairy tales she shows me a story about a woman that’s impregnated by a wolf. The story is written in a language I don’t recognize. I can only try to guess through the illustrations in the book what the story is about. All I can put together is that a woman gives birth to a baby that could shift into a monstrous, bloodthirsty beast. It slaughters entire villages on its own, insatiable for blood and carnage. “What does this mean, Nellie?” I ask.

“Golden wolf did you say “ I ask with a frown . “ yes , she was large and beautiful and her eyes were glowing bright gold “ he says with a far away look in his eyes . I can tell he's thinking about his mate . Standing up I promise to look into the wolf as one ;I am now excited for him and two the memory of the stories of the golden wolf story is pulling at me to look into it . I always thought my grandpa was just telling me fairytail stories . I kiss my brother ,head to the door while looking over my shoulder and say “leave it to me big brother, i shall help you find our queen “ he just chuckles and shakes his head .

A Wolf’s Tale Sirius stood on the mountaintop looking out across his Parklands, it was a sea of green, valleys, and treetops, the perfect place for a Werewolf Pack to hide from the humans, He watched the young Pups training in the Academy briefly, Stefan and Kristofer were hard taskmasters but they needed to be. These Pups would be future Guards and Patrollers, the Pack protectors, they had to be hard and fit and agile to make the grade. All the young cubs when they reached maturity learned to fight, Sirius did not discriminate, the females and the males trained together Luna made sure of that.