Fiction Books About Wolves Novels & Stories

She didn’t understand why her father would send something like that but she read the books anyway to pass some time. Most of the books were about how wolves can turn into humans and if they find their mate, they are bound to protect them for the rest of their life. Marjorie use to fantasize about finding a wolf, hoping that he is her mate and taking her away somewhere she can finally become happy for the rest of her life. Although as she grows up, she starts thinking that her fantasy was only for children and she’s not a child anymore who should believe in wolf stories or the Alpha among the wolves.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

It was a life that was not worth living. It was when I turned sixteen and became permanently confined to a hospital bed that I discovered web novels. Limited to a hospital bed awaiting death, I became a voracious reader of werewolf romances. There was something about being a wolf with impeccable health, a pack that is family and a mate that comes and sweeps you off your feet, that got me addicted. It was a life I could never have so I experienced it through fiction. The storylines were repetitive but for a girl like me trapped in an awful life, they let me dream of being healthy, beautiful and surrounded by people who were like me – a pack. Through these books, I experienced love with fated

I went to the inner room to check for a book that could be of help at all. In the dim light of the library hall, I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing along different volumes of books. The air was thick with the scent of dusty and old paper. As I turned a corner, an old, leather-bound book caught my eye. Its name cover was wrapped with strange design that seemed to shimmer faintly from the rest. It was the eyes of the rarest species of werewolves...... The white wolves. Curiosity got the better of me, I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it.

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

' I dispel the pressure from his anger and penetrate deeper into his consciousness. Images of Luca’s own transformation from midnight flickers through his brain like a movie. I see how he and the two other wolves run through the woods. I feel his playful joy as they race around and play. I see how they stop, sniffing at an animal trail and put in a unanimous howl. When a strange wolf’s howl answers them, the three wolves set off at high speed towards the source, a gray wolf, much larger than a real wolf, but with the same features.

That was the odd sensation that I got when the supposed attacks occurred, they were just wandering, searching for their salvation. “So, all the banished and maltreated wolves are wandering around our border trying to find this Blessed Wolf?” I asked aloud, not really expecting an answer. “I have bad news for you , there aren’t any Blessed Wolves in Grey Moon. They are very rare and I would definitely know if there was one in our pack. I’m sorry.” Sadness loomed for a moment in my study. We were all lost in thoughts and Rune had an expression of defeat on her face.

No one survives to tell this And they feared that they will have a similar fate. Past will repeat itself and they all will die. The two wolves were now fighting on the edge of the fire. The Red eyed wolf's eyes were akin to balls of fire. They were no longer red but were burning red with yellow flames. Soon his black fur got surrounded by flames of fire. It looked like he was burning in fire but the truth was that he was actually controlling it. He was an elemental too. With the emement of fire.

I need to know more about us wolves and other supernaturals to understand what every the hell is happening or seems to want to happen soon. ‘THE FEUD BETWEEN TWO WORLDS’ The wolves and the vampires. I smiled picking the book up and I went back to my room still angry at everyone but I am more invested in this history. I need to know more. I locked the door and opened the book to read the story from where I stopped the last time.

But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed? "Maybe because she is the writer of the story", my subconscious mind called out. And of course, the idea was utterly bizarre, but then again this is exactly why it's called subconscious. A part of the brain which can never be realistic or logical. Sighing, I kept the book back in my bag and went over to the wildlife section. After finally screening the whole shelf for a few minutes, I finally got the one I was looking for. 'Wonders of The Wolf.' A chronological documentary on the lupus species.