Fawn Wolf Novels & Stories

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

I could tell from the scents in the area that the wolf sent to represent the Arctic Wolf had been around for the last few days. The old grey was laying on the stone of the pointe. When I looked at him I saw only a wolf. There was another smaller wolf, friendly and unafraid, sitting on the trail. His coat was more yellow with black on its back and tail. "A Mexican wolf," said Dad in surprise, shifting to speak. "Rare in the world these days. Hola, Lobo," Dad said, greeting him in Spanish. When I looked through Spirit Wolf's eyes I could see others gathering.

“Name’s Ravaryn. I’ve been trapped here for centuries.” Fenrak rose slowly. “Then you saw him… that wolf I saw chained when I dragged Khaenat’s corpse. The one who shook the whole realm when he moved.” Ravaryn’s eyes dimmed. “Aye,” he said quietly. “That is AURA. The Primal God Wolf. But he is not the Dream God Wolf.” Fenrak’s heartbeat stumbled. “What the hell do you mean? Then who is?” Ravaryn stepped closer, voice lowering.

Daughter of the late Hugo liam Jordan, and her late mother name was Kimberly Hanna Jordan, a former Beta male of the vengeful eyed pack. I am 19 years old. You know that kind of height; I'm neither very tall nor very short. I have injuries all over my pale body. There is not a single area of my body that is free of blemishes or wounds. Silvery eyes are something I have. The name of my wolf is Fiona. With hazel brown fur, she has cream-colored hair. She has blue eyes, that's for sure. Lastly, she has been thinking a lot about her partner, lest I fail to add that.

THE illumination of the Lunar Trifecta’s full moon gave a calm vibe to everyone in the Banxi Mountain Alps—home of the three powerful packs. The infamous Nacht Territory where the sun almost never shines, and everyone called it the Wolf Nation. The Wolf Nation was an autonomous region in Gwiazda. A small domain ruled by a tyrant Alpha King known as Fang. The ruthless head from the Sabre pack. He’d do everything to amass great power. And now, he ordered to kill a lowly servant who mated to his son.

He had a strong desire to have knowledge about what actions to take. Out of nowhere, Finn's ears picked up on a distinct noise that resembled the sound of something moving and causing a gentle disturbance, originating from the area situated directly at the back of his current position. As he turned his body, he caught sight of a wolf positioned in front of him. The wolf, which was big and strong, had a dark and deep black coat. Its eyes, which were a striking shade of blue, were sharp and intense in its gaze. As soon as Finn saw the wolf, he immediately recognized it. The wolf was Davien, who held the esteemed position of being the Alpha within the pack that resided in close proximity to his

Other than her wolf and the shadows, no other animals came to mind. ‘’I want a wolf with red fur’’ she tells them. Of Course, there were very few wolves with red fur. Red fur wolves were very rare but carried no special ability. Laan, Laya, and Emma wanted a white wolf, however, she couldn't bring herself to request such. White wolves were very extinct due to the powers they possessed.

I dove on her lower lips, and he let out a moan. Just then, my phone began to ring, and the spell was broken. ******************* In the land of Lycanthropy, there were werewolves born to stand out amongst the others. They were stronger. faster and had more intellect. And they were always leaders. These werewolves were of a different breed. They had brown fur, and they were always huge, towering over every other werewolf. This clan of wolves lived together in a pack. And they were called the Faulkners. This was the pack the famous Agnar came from. He was the alpha of his pack, and being a Faulkner meant he was the leader of all other packs.

"Audrey is a teacher. She doesn't like any of this wolf stuff, she hardly turns into one. She's very integrated into human society. She lives with her husband about 3 miles from here. Thank goodness she didn't have to leave." I held a lock in my hand, spread the gel around her roots and twisted it with the comb as the woman in the YouTube video did. I danced in my head. "Falcon and Hannah?" She asked as she tried helping me out but I was already done with two. She winced in pain but it wasn't that bad. I hoped. "Falcon comes from a dying species. There are only three wolves like him in the world. They just decided to split up." "But what is he? Is he a wolf?"