Female Wolf Novels & Stories

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

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.

“ But then again that's what us dominant wolves are known for right?” Cain nodded. “ You get the drill mate.” Diskant fist-bumped him before walking out of the room. “ Way to go, mate, just don’t let her find out….all I can say is the claws of a female wolf are not a pretty thing to get scratched with when she is angry,”

I shook out my fur as we ran and I glanced to see 3 wolves in step beside me. Codyn’s wolf was a sandy color with brown eyes and highlights in his fur. His wolf was slightly bigger than mine but that only made me realize how large Juno really was for a female wolf. Scarlyt’s wolf was the smallest, by far. She wasn’t kidding when she told me she was little. She was a gorgeous cream color with yellow and green eyes and paired beautifully with Codyn.

Nudity to wolves should have been second nature. It was strange to her to see wolves from a different pack. It had been many years since she had, the packs isolation was a paradise after the horrors of the world they had witnessed. It was easy to tell that they were from a metropolitan pack, still stuck in the modern ways, with their hair cut short and bare cheeks. They held no allegiance to the Moon, followed no religion.

I had hurt him, he felt it all. My parents always told me it was an agonizing feeling for any mated and marked wolf to feel their other being unfaithful. Gerwulf's face was filled with anger, trying to disguise the hurt that he was feeling. The flood gates opened and I put my head into my hands, not wanting to cry while I looked at him," I couldn't... I couldn't push him away. It's like my mind wanted to but my body was physically incapable." Anger slipped through my voice.

My rejection would still be the same even after three months so I hoped that my ex-mate wasn’t getting his hopes up. I am a female werewolf that is normally referred to as a she-wolf and I live in a pack that has neighborhoods and towns. Our pack consisted of about 550,000 wolves with no humans living here. Wolves are complex, highly intelligent animals who are caring, playful, and above all devoted to family. Wolves have mates which is otherwise known as soul mates.

Greg questions, “ These wolves do not dwell in one location for a long time, I have had and lost leads on them, They act like a pack and are loyal to one person who is their superior. However, the vital information my men managed to get is that they are led by a female who is from the Waterfall pack.” I furrowed my brow in utter perplexity at his statements, A woman? From Waterfall? I turned to my Beta, and he had the same confused look on his face.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

But to my surprise he almost laughs at my question as he simply answers, "She is a werewolf, my mate, my wife, a goddess and my future Luna." Elias smiles proudly as Chilli's wolf walks back towards him and hits him with her tail, "What?" He chuckles, looking down at her as he holds up his hands in defence, "you are," but his joyful expression subsides as Chilli shoots him a deadly look. "Okay, okay!' He gives into her before looking back to me and with a sigh, says, "Chilli is a red wolf."