Free Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

Chief Wolfpaw uses magic to make a flame in his claws. He holds it like a tiny heartbeat, precious and guiding us along the green gem pathway. The cave has cave paintings of human and werewolf battles. There are other cave paintings of Wolf Clan hunts, weddings, and other ceremonies in honor of their great people. A living history living among the walls like a timeline of chalk art.

I started taking a deep breath before I kept reading. “The Red Rose pack. The most powerful wolf pack in the whole country. This pack dates back to the 1600s when the first Alpha reigned in the woods. Rumors were spread that a rabid wolf attacked a hunter when he was out hunting for rabbits. Weeks later, he felt painful aches on his body and his bones felt like they were crushing inside while he was taking the form of the rabid animal. From then on, he kept attacking the village and recruiting more wolves by biting them without remorse. They built the town and up until this day, that pack still exists. Bigger and more powerful than ever.”

Other wolves slowly moved closer, their golden eyes watching as I froze by a plant. Never have I seen a black wolf before. My mother told me a bedtime story about the lone werewolf who wanted to be stronger, so he made a deal with the devil. Seeing one now frightened me. But the black wolf slowly nodded his head as his large paw took a step closer to me.

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"

"You were always meant for great things. I just had to wait for you to see it." --- The celebration that followed was quiet but joyful. Wolves gathered around the fire, sharing stories, remembering the ones they had lost, honoring the ones who had survived. The Bozkurt wolves shared their own stories—of the steppe, of the hunt, of the wolves who had come before. Freya sat with the pups, translating the stories into words they could understand. Her voice was soft, her patience endless. The pups listened with wide eyes, their imaginations captured by tales of a world they had never seen.

His lips pull at the corner, showing a small, crooked smile" “You also love to read…and eat.” He chuckles. “I don’t know where you get them, but you are always coming out here with a new dessert, sharing with the deer as you read. You read everything from Hemmingway to Morrison, to Roberts. Always something though, a book ready at your command. I see it Roo, all of that and so much more.” I take a moment to let every word he’s spoken seep into my bones. He’s watched me. He knows I’m a white wolf, but he hasn’t told anyone, including his brother.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

“Amerie. Listen to me. You said that Matt said he saw a wolf and then a man?” She nodded and he motioned for her to sit. Tyler continued, “This wasn’t a wild animal attack. There’s a legend in this area that dates back to the Native Americans. A white wolf three times the size as normal wolves that can change into a man.” Amerie blinked, but held her tongue.

Wolves don't do that! The wolf inside me growled in agreement, expressing solidarity with my opinion. My poor thing, how hard it was for her last year with me. Everything went cold inside when stories of uninitiated wolves who lost their wolves irrevocably, living the rest of their lives with a painful emptiness inside, surfaced in memory. By the way, not a very long life. - And how did we do it?! - jumping up from the floor, as if scalded, I turned to my inner she-wolf. Who initiated us?