Fawn Wolf Novels & Stories

I waited in silence, questions seething against my teeth, and she was about to speak once more but I preceded her. "What does 'mate' mean? Why did he reject me?" She frowned, stopping without a word, her hand halfway from my face. Fionna's eyes met mine, harboring sympathy behind them. "A mate only comes once in your life. Kind of like a soulmate but the bond is deeper. You'd get to feel its full effects upon turning," "Turning?" "We turn into our wolf form upon eighteen years of age, though not all turn when they're of age. It can depend on a person's bloodline,"

The pack stayed. Wren and the others built a camp at the edge of the clearing. Makeshift tents. A communal fire. Wolves who had been enemies days ago now shared food and watched the tree line together. Luan moved among them, learning names, memorizing faces. A turned wolf named Holt. Fifty-three years old. Missing two fingers from a fight Julian forced him into. A woman called Sparrow. Twenty years old. Turned at sixteen. Had never been allowed to speak to a born wolf without permission.

Sarah ran the ridgeline at a low crouch, her small paws skimming the crusted snow without a sound. She was small for a she-wolf, a runt, narrow through the chest, and light on her feet. Tonight, that smallness was an advantage. The Midnight Mountain VenomFang patrols were hunting for hulking Lycans, not a tiny gray wolf threading the underbrush.

He growled ever so slightly at that last part and that brought a small smile to my face. “Real family won't do that just for loving someone they don’t like. I know that he loves you so he will not disown you. Yeah he might take it hard at first, but I think eventually he will want what makes you happy too. I don’t know everything that happened to make him hate my kind, but I will do everything I can to try and change his mind. In my world we believe in fated mates, but every once in a while someone either gets tired of waiting to find their mate, or their mate dies and they are left behind to try and pick up the pieces. In these instances someone can take what’s called a chosen mate. It’s ba

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Confusion filling me, "red wolves?" "Yes, of course red fucking wolves!" "Why?" "Why!" She cries, "why! For so many reasons, " Pauline shakes her head, "for starters it's wrong, you are all wrong, a freak of nature, it's not natural to have that kind of power, nor fair! Why do you get it and not the rest of us?" She asks rhetorically in an all-most whining tone. "I have spent so much of my life hunting your kind down and disposing of them. I nearly thought I'd never get you all, especially after that rogue bitch ran off and died giving birth, although at first, I thought luck was finally on my side and that when she died, the kid died with her, that is until I found out the fucking baby surv

*Sasha POV** "The Fianna?" Emmett asked confusion crossing his face. "The Fianna or "Na Fianna" in gaelic are very visable in Celtic Gaelic mythology they were a special group of warriors that were depected as wolf men because they were werewolves some say. they are connected to our ancestors the Kings of Ossery in Ireland where our pack origins lay.The Fianna are marked by a Cresent moon birthmark. Their origin stiry varies as alot of Irish mythology was passed done through verbal stories rather then written down. We call them green wolf guardians in our pack. When Danny was revealed as one we assumed Charlie was a green wolf as she never transformed and we suppressed her wolf we never knew

Now Rudina had made her an ally. “I will show them” I said while gritting my teeth. A fire of hated burned through me as I threw the wine glass to the wall. ************************************************************************************ 100 years ago In the land of Lycanthropy, there were werewolves born to stand out amongst the others. They were stronger. Faster. Had more intellect. And were always leaders. These werewolves were of a different breed. They had brown furs an ad 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 Caine came from. He was the alpha of

His wolf was a red wolf. King looked at the rest of his friends around the table. Fannar Agdluak was the alpha of the Frost Peaks pack. Just like Articus, he had white hair. His eyes were the clear gray of ice, and his personality was as cold as his eyes. Fannar was nicknamed the Yeti because his white wolf could so easily blend in with the snow and would never be spotted. He was six foot seven and his pack lived up in the cold mountains.