Fawn Wolf Novels & Stories

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”

In the end all we got was the cutest little bunny wolf who couldn’t hurt a fly. We loved Keiral, but she had the biggest mouth in Questorian Valley. Which mostly had us Gorde wolfs fighting her battles. None of us wanted repeats but she kept em coming. For a tiny little Canus lupus she sure knew how to start a fight, just not very good at the following through part. That she left for us.

He lay in the grass and whined because of the pain, waiting for his body to self-heal. Once he felt better, he rose and saw a wolf with brown fur and patches of black, and then he recognised him as a Beta wolf named Ian. Ian had a dead fawn in his jaws, and Jayden growled at him for ruining his hunt. Ian growled back and dropped the fawn as Jayden came closer and sized him up, the two werewolves walking around in a circle.

more the wolves of the pack behaved like dogs that had broken their chains - even the alpha hardly restrains their instinct to drive strangers from their territory. and my aunt left me her handkerchief at the local post office. The wolves may not have recognized my scent four years later. Do not think, the flock did not attack people, there were no such cases for a long time. But only because people did not meddle in these places without local accompaniment, all trips with an overnight stay went in a wide arc from the village. These places were considered dangerous, and the inhabitants of the reservation diligently supported and fed these rumors. Wandering onto the road in the dark, someone

"Where did the young boy got the Fary Wolf's Clan crest?" "That we don't know. It seems a Wolf without our knowledge had masked himself from the us and decided to live a human life and married a White Wolf Clan." Melo replied at him. "But for that to happen, a Wolf needs to be an clan." Jason, who just came, said as he settled himself in the couch. Even though they were a unified clan, each faction also has an own system of their own. The Wolf were the members who wasn't able to pass the Fary Wolf Clan faction's initiation. Originally those who didn't passed the initiation will be killed right away but when the tragedy happened 5 years ago, the Fary Wolf's Clan faction decided to use all th

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

Elara asked. Luna looked at Varn. Varn looked at her. “No,” Luna said. “We keep talking. Let them see what they’re trying to break.” Varn nodded. “If we stop talking, they win.” --- Day 578, the first joint census was completed. 3,112 wolves in the valley. 1,487 Red Fang. 1,582 River Claw. 43 unaligned. More pups than deaths for the first time in eight years. Luna didn’t announce it. She didn’t need to. Word spread on its own.

Frank Kilburn, Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack, fumed because for hours now his wolves tried to find some proof that he could use to push the Twilight Wolf Pack and their annoying leader out of a region before they discovered what he was doing. He needed the white wolf back, too.

I threw the guns away and sidestepped the wolf, kicking it in the side, but because it was larger than me, it didn't even get phased and instead turned around, snapping its jaws at me. I took out the dagger I had prepared for Alexander and plunged it right into the wolf's eye, who howled in pain, followed by falling limp. I retracted my dagger and continued the fight when, like a flash, a large black wolf with a white and brown tail appeared out of nowhere, jumping into the fight. In less than minutes, the wolf wiped out almost all of my family, leaving only a handful of us. Looking at the agility and fighting skill, I instantly recognized him: alpha Alexander, the man I was here to kill!