Free Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

The pure white wolf ran down the path she had trodden out over many runs down the path. Field mice and small mammals scatter at her presence. Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump tha- She stops running and looks right at the dreamer. “.uoy rof gnimoc era srats ehT” Peggy gasped awake. She was still in the tent that Mikael and Eli had made last night. Standing over the top of her was a large red wolf with dark grey signatus patterning. He sniffs her, and she lies frozen. Once the wolf was done, it snorted and stepped off of her. Peggy slowly shimmies away from the wolf, her eyes locked onto it. Its eyes were locked onto her.

The exchange wasn’t merely a transaction of goods; it was a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of two distinct cultures. The Duskwood wolves, with their rugged independence and fierce loyalty, possessed a rich oral tradition. Their storytelling evenings were legendary, filled with tales of cunning hunts, daring escapes from natural predators, and the heroic exploits of their ancestors. These weren’t just stories; they were living history, passed down through generations, shaping their identity and values. The Silvermoon wolves, on the other hand, possessed a deep reverence for nature and a profound understanding of its rhythms. Their stories were gentler, focusing on the interconnectedn

“The whole pack?” “Except the elders and the unmated women. They are at a safe house, enchanted by the witches. We have ten packs from up and down the coast being managed here. It seems hunters west of the Mississippi River aren’t as organized. Some had crossed the country when they learned Bowman had the white wolf.” Magnus gave me more details. “Bowman?” “Piers Bowman, head of the New York Chapter. He has the biggest following.” “The man with the cowboy hat? They are a misguided cult.”

She said looking visibly relaxed “Sorry I just haven’t told a single soul since I was 14, only Mum and Dad ever knew and when they died I couldn’t tell anyone and it’s a big secret to keep to yourself. For so long” “But Nai, I’ve seen your wolf, she’s small and Brown and looks like a gust of wind can knock her over. The wolf in the video, she was huge and Silver. No ones ever seen a silver wolf. They’re a myth.” “Oh Peter. I am a myth.” Naomi replied shrugging. Writing down her address Naomi said “Tell you what, come to my apartment at 7 tonight and I will tell you everything. It’s a quite a story so maybe bring wine” and with that she slipped back out of his office leaving Peter to sit in q

This doesn’t make any sense. “Is there a problem, your highness?” Doc, my gamma mind-linked. I cannot stop myself from staring at this she-wolf as she visibly trembled in fear before me, her eyes wide as she stared up at me in horror. She whimpered, and my heart broke for her. “Take her.” I order my gamma. “What? But this rogue tried to kill us!” I glowered over the trembling rogue in front of me. “No. She was forced.” My wolf told me so, as he apparently could speak to the rogue’s wolf.

Without hesitation, the wolf darted back into the depths of the forest, a spectral figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit foliage. Drew, compelled by an inexplicable force, pursued the enigmatic white wolf. The forest, alive with whispers of ancient tales, seemed to guide him through the labyrinth of shadows and moonbeams. The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical.

At what point did everything go completely crazy? Still the wolf began to speak. -Once upon a time there were three puppies. Two males and one female. She was older than the two of them but they were always close. They were good times. They cared for and loved each other. The three of them were happy and vowed to be together for a lifetime. But the older of the two males had always concealed that he loved the female. But he promised himself that the day they were older he would declare. I imagine you can already imagine what happened. My brother was faster and when the big day arrived it was announced that they would become partners. The older male felt betrayed. The younger male knew that h

I defended and frowned because they thought I was just joking. "There are no wolves in this town here Freeda, maybe you're just dreaming last night," Flynn said, noticing he's laughing as well. "Why don't you believe me, I didn't dream either because I have a trace of evidence," I showed my muddy clothes. "I went out last night to look for you when the whole house went out of light, but I couldn't find you and I heard a howl from afar, I was curious where it came from so I went to the woods but I got lost there," I said in detail. They were listening and I noticed that their faces were also curious. "When I reached a place near a distant river I found their werewolves, I couldn't count them

I patted the ground beside me and helped her sit down. "Long ago," I began in the time-honored tradition of storytelling, "on the other side of the great water, Spirit Wolf roamed an ancient forest. There was a wolf there, a huge black one, that was able to see Spirit Wolf. The black wolf invited Spirit Wolf to join him in a hunt. He enjoyed Spirit Wolf's company so much that he wanted to show him something special. "He led Spirit Wolf to an unusual place in the forest, up some old stone steps, through strange stone tunnels to a special room.