Free Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

"You can." "I'm still scared." "So am I." "But we're going to win?" Kael took my hand. "We're going to win." --- Lila crawled onto my lap. "Ellie?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Can you tell me a story?" "What kind of story?" "About the gold wolf." I looked at Kael. He smiled. "Once upon a time," I began, "there was an omega who didn't know she was special. She signed a contract. She fell in love. She fought a Council. And one day, when she needed it most, she became a wolf."

I threw the guns away and sidestepped the wolf, kicking it in the side, but because it was larger than me, it didn't even get phased and instead turned around, snapping its jaws at me. I took out the dagger I had prepared for Alexander and plunged it right into the wolf's eye, who howled in pain, followed by falling limp. I retracted my dagger and continued the fight when, like a flash, a large black wolf with a white and brown tail appeared out of nowhere, jumping into the fight. In less than minutes, the wolf wiped out almost all of my family, leaving only a handful of us. Looking at the agility and fighting skill, I instantly recognized him: alpha Alexander, the man I was here to kill!

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

River's wolf sensed the threads of her pack's history, weaving a narrative of love, loyalty, and resilience. The night air carried whispers of her ancestors, their spirits watching over her. River's wolf felt the weight of their legacy, the responsibility to protect and preserve. With each step, her connection to this land, this pack, and her own wild heart deepened. River's wolf knew she belonged here, among the moonlit shadows and the rustling leaves. River's wolf basked in the moon's radiance, and her mind burst with revelation. Thane's treatment, once a perplexing puzzle, now revealed its secrets. The wolf's intuition guided her, unlocking ancient knowledge.

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

yes anything to help" We read all the books and they all tell of times when magic or gifted wolf's have been needed throughout history. One story told of a wolf in Africa who was gifted she was white with red ears and tail. She had the power to control the elements. She was created to fight a group of witches who wished to destroy the wolves in Africa. She succeeded, and since then, wolves and witches pretty much live in peace. There are still some who wish to harm us, but it seems not as many. There was a wolf in Europe who was made to help with their rogue attacks he was given the power to control what others do. He made most of the rogues bow to him, and he became there, Alpha, the ones w

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.