Free Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

“You cannot send someone over here, that is what this is about. There is no story, Susan so call the dogs off.” She lets out a snort. “Don’t fool me, Roxy. I saw your original picture of an impressive wolf. Rumor has it from one of our team that there are rogue wolves everywhere in Anchorage. And apparently, they are larger than any other wolf to have been seen by the human eye.”

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

"It was about wolves who had been exiled, banished, or killed because they were considered dangerous. It was almost like a collection of old stories about packs that had committed terrible things." Hayes's face became more serious. "I borrowed it from the library." His eyes stayed on mine. "What kind of stories?” "Different ones." I thought for a moment. "One of them was about a pack that kidnapped babies from other packs and used rituals involving them to strengthen their own bloodline. There were stories about wolves who experimented with forbidden magic, packs that tried to overthrow their Alphas, and others that were destroyed because they were considered too dangerous to be allowed to s

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

Alec takes a moment before telling me more. “There are more than just wolves there. The witch we are working with is mated to one of my guys. That’s how we know her and know that she’s reliable. We also have those that are just looking for sanctuary. My dad opened it up more after what happened with your dad all those years ago.” I didn’t really think about there being other mythicals in the pack. I know there are a lot more out there, but they don’t usually stand out as much as wolves do. It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell.

The driver, to my great relief, was a woman. I greeted her and told her a sad story about a broken car. A new friend did not remain indifferent, offering a ride. I gave her the first address that came to mind, and the rest of the way she was just silent, peering into the lights of the night city. Gradually, physical weakness receded, though the insane agony, pushing to surrender to the first comer, only intensified, leading to new gloomy thoughts. I hope that I will still be able to remain loyal to the alpha of the gray wolf clan ...

Some of them even took their own lives so terrified of the ferocious ‘beasts’ that haunted their dreams they wanted to escape them forever and this was the only way they knew how to do it. Vottovaara belonged to the powerful, elusive, Snow Wolf Pack, the deadliest of Werewolves they kept themselves to themselves operating outside the Council of Immortals created by the Werecreatures and the other Immortals. Humans coveted their magic and quickly developed ways to kill or hurt them and then they began to capture them to use for experiments to try to find ways to control them. Many more different Species lived, worked and traded alongside each other peacefully occasionally there were crossover

I gave her a wary look, but before I could say anything, one of the older wolves clapped his hands, calling for attention. “All right, everyone! You know the rules—stories first, dares later,” he announced, earning a cheer from the group. The storytelling began, with wolves taking turns sharing tales of past hunts, pack legends, and, occasionally, embarrassing personal encounter that left everyone in stitches. I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks, the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie around it easing some of the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. When the storytelling ended, the atmosphere shifted, an air of playful anticipation settling over the group.

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."

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.