Fiction Wolf Books Novels & Stories

Instead, I decided to go to the library that I hadn’t been to yet. I walked in and there was no one there. So people could just go in and take a book if they wanted, but there were tables and chairs, computers and couches set up everywhere. It was actually a really big library for an army base. I started searching through the books until I finally found the ones that I was looking for. The books that had documented white wolves over history. Werewolves were notorious for keeping records and I was glad that they had these books on white wolves.

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."

Liya etched, her voice infusing sadness and disappointment into me. “We can at least try again. It’s been forever since we tried, and I am willing to do that now,” I retorted, assuring my wolf that we would get to the bottom of this together. Liya grumbled, “Let’s start with researching. Enough about the red wolves. It’s time to read other books and find out who we are.” Sensing my wolf’s fear of the unknown, I nodded and dropped the book I was holding. I was ready to pick another, titled Howls of the Ancients: Mystical Forces and Werewolf History.

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.

I tell him, before I start running to hide, pulling Issac along with me. Issac and I find a spot behind a bush and sit down, waiting. “So, did you learn anything from this book?” I ask and he nods. “Maybe.” He pulls the book out of his back pocket and starts going through the pages. The wolf senses and light from the moon making reading in the dark, while still hard not impossible. He stops at a page and shows it to me. “Apparently, if this book knows anything real, there’s like a whole pack ran by a golden wolf. Like even now, the golden wolf is like their Alpha.” He explains and I take the book to read over it.

I said softly, because silence had become too full, “I spent all afternoon in the library trying to prove you aren’t what my brain is trying to make you.” The wolf’s eyes did not leave my face. I laughed once, quietly and without humour. “That’s not a great sign, is it?” He blinked, slow. I leaned back in the chair, staring out at the yard. “I found folklore books. Real ones. Weird ones. Academic ones. And every second page wanted to tell me silver means protection and wolves with unnatural coloured eyes are omens and stories.” The wolf’s ears twitched at the word silver. I noticed. Of course I noticed. My fingers tightened on the arm of the chair.

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We are going to get along perfectly. Since I was six years old, I have been dreaming of turning seventeen so I could meet my wolf and learn her name. As a werewolf, you have a wolf who you can talk to once you turn of age. It’s hard to say when your wolf will come forward. Some wolves do so instantly on your birthday, but some take a few days. My mom always described sensing her wolf, Serene, almost as a daydream. It is exactly like that, I can see and sense Lei’s actions in my head and her voice is like a second subconscious, only louder and sounds different from my own thoughts.

Annie spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on some work for the following week as Hugh lay on the sofa reading the book that he had borrowed from her house, he found the chapter on Werewolves and started to read. “You sell this in the human world?” asked Hugh. “It tells them everything about us, how to hurt and kill us, isn’t that dangerous?” Annie looked round at him. “No, that book was published by wolf publishers for the wolf world. I wrote two versions, one for us and one for the humans.” “There are wolf publishers?” he looked surprised.

Adalwolf I was on all fours . I could feel blood trickling down from my wounded ear to my fur . I can't give up I have to fight . I looked at him . His bland grey fur was matted with blood . I knew I already wounded him . I must go straight for his jugular vein . That will be the end . I was about to strike when I felt her presence . I turned and saw her . Everything else melted away . Her fur was beige in color .A bit of sandy but rich brown and her scent drove me mad. She was beautiful and she was mine . She growled at me . I knew the meaning even though I should not .