Fresh Wolf Novels & Stories

Growl! The first one slowly revealed itself from the dark shade of the trees to the gleam of the moonlight, showing his vicious head first. The wolf has red eyes, bigger than the first one Zane saw before. It is showing its sharp teeth as it continued to make a guttural sound, eyes locked on its target – the human. Zeev and Tyr abruptly motioned their bodies to the first newborn. From the looks of it, it must be a human alpha because of its size. It’s of grey and tinge of brown colored coat.

Her warmth spreads over my body as I drop down onto all fours, seamlessly shifting into my wolf form. “Holy shit!” Freya gasps, taking a step back. My wolf assesses her, tilting her head to the side curiously. This is the first time she has seen a human through her own eyes. She sniffs the air, taking note of Freya’s scent. She can detect a hint of fear in her scent so she lowers herself to the ground, making an effort to seem as harmless as possible. She lets out a small whine and Freya edges closer. “Can I stroke you?” she asks softly. My wolf yips and Freya crouched beside us. She reaches out a shaky hand and strokes the top of my wolf's head. “You're so soft,” she breathes, then scratche

They each gave us a brief story of how they lived before coming to the Brightwater Pack, and they were all touching. The first wolf, Gasper, was only 17 years old. He was separated from the pack and his family when he was just a baby, and was raised by humans in Britain. It was quite obvious since he had a thick British accent. He said he always knew he was different, having heightened senses and great anger issues. Even though he didn't know it yet, his wolf was working even before he became alive in him.

I would’ve cried out with sheer relief, but another wolf appeared, followed by a second. The first wolf ran alongside the one that had been chasing us for a few minutes now. The second wolf, which had just appeared, was unlike any I’d ever seen. It’s fur was snow white—so luminous that it caught every ounce of moonlight and refracted it back at us. The only thing brighter than it’s coat were it’s eyes, which were the palest shade of blue I’d ever seen. My stomach twisted as ice—not frost—sprouted from its paws. The little fractals traveled across the earth, climbing up trees and bushes alike. As I turned my head I was faced with my own reflection within the bark of a frozen tree.

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.

The silhouette stopped near a river and a white wolf emerged looking around surveying its surroundings. The unusual large wolf was a she-wolf, with a tattoo of fire under her paw. Everyone in her pack complemented her on her flawless white fur, it was the rarest appearance ever seen on the planet. Her sharp eyes scrutinizing the area depicted her overflowing presence making the small creatures run in fear.

I turned—and saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. A young wolf__white fur with Glowing eyes. Not Freya, Not Veyrix. But something born of both. Freya runs away to stop the dispute alone; a strange white wolf appears, watching Finnick from the shadows.

Steam whispers from the water’s surface as crimson flakes spiral in. Old Wolf (sniffing, cautious): “…This scent…” He sniffs the red-glowing pool again, ears flattening. A low whine escapes his throat. Old Wolf (soft growl): “She lives. The fire’s child… she bleeds.” He drinks—and convulses. His eyes roll back. His muscles lock. A howl claws up from his throat—strange, haunting. A memory from ages buried. Old Wolf (hoarse whisper, almost human):

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

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.