Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Wolves

He stomps inside the room, searching for something in the bookshelves. “Why did he let you read that? You should read about the caste system of the pack, as well as the creatures that coexist with us here in the land of humans,” he rants before grabbing a brown leather-bound book and opening it to a specific page. He gives it to me and takes the other book away. “See here? This is about the different supernatural. This part here is specific for the wolves.” “Was there something wrong with the other book?” I ask curiously.

Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

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Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

Without turning away from the window, I knew the exact moment Christos came into the room. I heard his urgent tone as he asked me what exactly was going on, and while a part of me wondered how he could know there’s a problem, the other part of me already went for its own conclusions. That damn book again! It’s as if everything I read so far was happening in my life and around me! But it’s impossible. Isn’t it? There is nothing like mind - links or whatever nonsense is in that book. Wolves don’t exist as humans! They are in the bush and forest, not among humans!

I must have ruptured a nerve and the pain was hellish. I yelped and looked around for some hiding place, but suddenly I heard the bastard's scream and saw his lean silhouette go down with the snarls. The scent of cocoa reached my nose and I recognized it as Daniela when the chestnut wolf ran towards me. Another man was with her. Armed. I returned a grateful look and started limping towards the chaos again, but she soon got in front of me. The wolf transformed and only then did I realize that she was carrying a small fanny pack around her chest.

They were still dancing, but no one was paying them any mind. She felt like she was going to throw up. "I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind."

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

Be careful," I cautioned her as she flipped the first page in the book. Putting an end to her rush, she flipped the pages of the book slowly. I saw many stories of wolves. One page captured my attention. "Wait a minute," I said, stopping Damia. She opened the page and started to read to see what grabbed my attention. "The Alphas, who have black fur, are the most powerful wolves. There were two different kinds of black wolves that the members of this pack were scared of when they lived inside the forest many years ago, when the pack was not as modern as it is today. The first one has blue eyes, and the second one has red eyes. If they were to come into contact with one another during any war,