Free Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

“I want her underneath me – Need to breed her –“ My wolf was snarling while I came down from a high. All of a sudden, my body went terse and Flint exclaimed, “She’s leaving!” One of the men I sent to get her back told me something strange. A wolf had been dying in one of our forests but she healed it. He told me he saw a bright white light coming from her hands and that she healed the wolf but the other man could not confirm it so I let it go.

When I reached the pack house I saw nobody around, I went in the house and found my father. "Dad, is there such a thing as a white wolf with silver eyes?" I asked him. My dad looked as if he was thinking and then he turned around and said. "They are supposedly real but I've never seen one, they are supposedly legends, wolf's of the moon goddess herself, but no one has ever seen one" he said to me. "What if I told you right now that I just seen one in the woods on our land." I said with out hesitation. "Son, I think your just stressed out with you getting ready to take over the pack, and your Alpha ceremony coming up, and your birthday in a week, your probably just seeing things and need some

"They're just legends..." "What?" I demanded, my frustration was already building. "What are you talking about?" Elena's hands trembled slightly as she turned the book toward me. The page showed an intricate drawing of a wolf, but not like any wolf I'd ever seen. Its fur seemed to glow with an inner light, and strange markings covered its body. "In the oldest pack histories," Elena said slowly, "there are stories of wolves more powerful than alphas. Wolves whose bite could heal instead of harm, whose presence could calm the most savage beast. They were called..."

Until Joshua heard a loud howl in one of the rooms on the upper side and he and his husband ran as fast as possible to the place. In the bedroom, a white and gray wolf fought four shadow wolves. She protected the wardrobe where a child was crying. A dark brown wolf with black spots attacked one of the wolves and another white attacked three more. Howls and rosy sounds could be heard during the fight. Joshua, the white wolf, stood in front of his mother and Elisa, her cub who was in the wardrobe. He could feel the power of his ancestor flowing in his veins. This made him stronger and faster.

Even from this distance, I could feel the chill emanating from those ancient stones, a stark reminder of the harsh world I was entering. The Ice Wolves were legendary among our kind, known for their fierce independence and mastery over the cold. Unlike other packs, they were said to draw their power directly from the frozen landscape they called home. Rumors spoke of their ability to blend seamlessly with the snow, to summon blizzards with a howl, and to traverse glaciers that would spell death for any other wolf.

"Once a Northern wolf has gone rogue and gone out, there is almost no getting him back. The wild ones do not return the way the turned ones from our own do. The pack is not their pack anymore. The only thing that has ever worked on a wild one is a hunter who does not mind dying. We have not had many of those. The last Alpha to bring a wild Northern rogue back inside Ironmaw walls and bind him was three of my fathers ago. He came out of the hunt with a bite on the upper thigh. Took him into a fever for nine days. He kept the leg. He did not walk on it the same after. We tell the children that story so they know not to volunteer for it." "And you," I said. "You went looking." He did not answer

"Without thinking, I headed towards the lake. But then I remembered I had promised not to go to the lake alone, so I took the trail towards the vista. I sat at the overlook and talked to my wolf for a little while, trying to figure out how I feel about Carson. My wolf and I don't really agree on much, including Carson." "When I got back up, I decided to follow the trail along the ledge and come out on the far side of town. I didn't get far before I heard voices. I assumed it was Warriors on patrol. As I came around a bend, I realized the males weren't our Warriors and I froze. My wolf screamed Danger and I told her to shut up as I turned to run. I wasn't fast enough and they caught me. One g

“I remembered hearing stories about a wolf like the one you described, so I searched through the archives. I found a few things that might interest you.” He slid two large, weathered books across the desk toward me. Their covers were cracked with age, the titles faded but still legible. “‘The Myths of the Lunar Wolves,’” I read aloud from one of them, my fingers tracing the embossed letters. “And this one,” he said, tapping the second book, “is more about their origins. It’s fascinating, really. The white wolf is said to be connected to something ancient, something powerful.” I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “Why… why would I dream of it?”

Suddenly, completely aware of how much space he occupied without trying. He moved toward the door. "Wait." I said and he stopped. "The woman who was here," I said. "She called you Alpha Zayden Crowe." "Yes." "The stories they tell about you in other packs.." I stopped. He turned slowly and looked at me over his shoulder. "What stories?" I met his eyes. The stories about wolves whipped publicly inside this fortress,rogue prisoners kept in cells under the ground,Alphas who sent warriors to challenge him and received their wolves back in pieces.