Fiction Wolf Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, I was so hungry that I couldn't focus on anything last night, other than the feeling of my empty insides and the loud whale calls it was letting out as it threatened to start eating the organs around it if I didn't fill it soon. As soon as I had come back into the living room, the sight of a furry little rodent running out from under the couch seemed to be my only option. Its bald patches, snaggle-tooth, and bulging right eye made it the most unappealing prey of my life, but I was starving. I had eaten raw animals thousands of times before in my wolf form. Unfortunately, this particular rat tasted about as right as it looked. My guts twisted at the memory of the critter's pois

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

He also taught my dad some more about rogues. One thing my dad didn’t expect was that just because a wolf is a rogue, doesn’t mean that they are all evil. There are some times where someone may leave their pack to escape an abusive situation and are just looking for another pack to join. My dad didn’t believe him at first, how could rogues not be bad? He had seen first hand the evil those monsters were capable of unleashing. But then he saw one. It was a female. He started chasing her not knowing the situation, but she reached the pack territory first and shifted back into her human form in order to speak to the wolves and request sanctuary. He saw her human body. All the bruises at differen

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

We assume he was a Norseman, but no one knows how he got the lupus garou illness. "Some say a wolf bit him, but instead of dying, his blood fought off the infection by mutating," Silva hypothesized. "I didn't think Ravena was a werewolf because she's so small compared to the rest of you." "We're called gray wolves." Silva sat a little higher. "Ravena's a fiery red." "Are there Mexican werewolves as well?" Other types?" "Mexican wolves are really grays," Silva observed. "They're known as Mexican wolves in the Southwest." Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast."

Zane looked up, and his entire body went rigid. On the roof stood a snow-white wolf three times the size of Hunter. Its eyes were pure blood-red, the hallmark of the legendary Southern Faction Supreme Alpha, the man everyone thought was just a myth. The white wolf didn't attack Hunter or Seth; its terrifying gaze locked directly onto my now-flattened stomach, as if it knew exactly where Aria had been taken.

I stood in shock as wolf against wolf battled on the lawn. A small coppery-colored wolf, reminding me of Gunnar, was being overtaken by two others. They weren’t fighting fair. The injustice and my love for Gunnar sent me flying down the wooden staircase. Ghost, in his giant black form, was defending the bottom steps from an equally large grey wolf trying to come up. The front door was splintered, and each time a wolf came through, he was challenged. Magnus was as large and dark as Ghost, but he had a white stripe on his chest. He pounced on another gray wolf as soon as it entered the house. Diesel, with his brown wolf, was already on the porch, engaged in a fight. I looked past the front por

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager