Free Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

He sat next to me, holding my hand carefully, and with a gentle smile, he began to tell. "Once upon a time, in ancestral times, an alpha wolf who led a powerful and courageous pack," he began. "This pack was known for its loyalty and strength, and they protected the territory with courage. But the alpha was different from the other leaders. He had an inquisitive spirit and a kind soul, and felt a deep connection to the mysteries of the night sky." While Randall continued the story, his soft and comforting voice enveloped me like a hug. He described the adventures of the pack, its struggles and triumphs, but also its moments of harmony and connection.

“The Moon Goddess promised, and she will fulfil it now, young one. She said the Winter and the Spring would become one, with one King to rule them all. One powerful, mighty King. The King of the Wolves.” Jayden opened his mouth to speak, but his rage silenced him. He was sick of hearing the strange words that Melissa or Alfred were won’t to say since he came to Snowfall. Now he wanted Melissa to remain quiet. “Do not let your rage blind you, young one. Sit, let me tell you a tale of things that happened to men who lived so long ago that all that remains of them is bone and crusts of dust in their age-old graves. Let me tell you the love story of a wolf and a human.”

“And this time, if she falls, do not stop.” The whip sang through the air. I ran. Night found me at the northern border, bleeding and alone. This was my place. The only place in Steele territory where I could breathe. The old cabin sat empty, forgotten. My mother used to bring me here before she died. Before my father became the monster who wore an alpha’s crown. She would tell me stories about true mates, about bonds that could not be broken, about wolves who chose love over power. Fairy tales. All of it.

I'd barely escaped my alpha, who had visited my home to claim me at a very young age, and now I've broken into someone's home. Aren't I the unluckiest wolf? If he ever finds me. I'm going to die. I whimper quietly at the thought of being captured by him. "Growing up as a young wolf, I have always hated the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, and Jack and the Beanstalk." I heard the alpha say in disgust. "Do you know the similarities of these nonsensical stories?" he asked the male he'd called. "They all had a happy ending," the omega answered with a laugh.

He took it upon himself to kill any wolf he came in contact with but one thing he wasn’t aware of was that there were white wolves and there were black wolves. The white wolves represented good and purity, while the black wolves were for evil and destruction. He had been fulfilling his oath until yesterday, when he left the she wolf to live, worst of all he took her in. He didn’t for once think of the consequences attached to the action. In the W.E.G, when a member desecrated a rule, his life was used as an atonement for his betrayal but it seemed as though Lucas forgot about this rule.

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.

"Do you know any other stories about wolves that I might like?" "Oh, there are so many great ones!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Have you ever read 'The Call of the Wild' or 'White Fang' by Jack London? They're both classics about the wilds of Alaska and the life of a wolf. Or 'Never Cry Wolf' by Farley Mowat - it's a nonfiction book about a biologist who studies wolves in the Canadian Arctic.” “Calm down!” I laughed. “You know a lot. What are you? A beta wolf?” I joked and Lauren laughed.

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