Fresh Wolf Novels & Stories

I glanced at the spread in exasperation. “We just left breakfast and I was barely able to get through a whole bacon. I’m not hungry.” I neigh growled. “Well you should eat anyways. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us and I have a special surprise for you.” I scowled. “I don’t want your surprises. I want to do what I came here for!” “Really? Not even if the said surprise involved a free range woods where you can shift and even hunt.” In spite of myself, my eyes lit up, my wolf choosing that moment to give a whine, reminding me that I hadn’t shifted in a few days. I could really do with a run. It would help relax me and put me in a better mood for dealing with this bastard.

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life. As she ambled along a narrow, winding forest path, the soft rustle of leaves whispered through the air, suddenly snatching her attention. Turning her head, her heart raced at the sight of a majestic group of wild wolves materializing from the underbrush. They were breathtaking, their thick, silvery-gray fur catching the sunlight like woven silver threads, while their piercing yellow eyes gleamed with a feral intelligence that b

I did and backed away to the nearest tree. How did my situation even come to this? By now, as the two Weres were busy killing each other, the cougar was sneakily walking towards the wolf's back. Once I realized what it was about to do, I screamed. "NO!!" The cougar leaped to its feet as it opened its jaws, ready to snap at the wolf's bare neck. Just as it was about to, another wolf came out of the forest and tackled the cougar away from the first wolf. Both are pretty similar with each other but this one had a white sock like print to one of its front paws. The first wolf was finally able to separate itself from the lion and stood by the new wolf. It gave it a side glance as it snorted at it

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

I am so pissed I jump off the bed, and in the next second, I am pinning the intruder by the wall, arm pressed against their trachea. “dd-de, stop! You're- you're choking I can't breathe.” Sigh. It's only Cass. “one of these days, I will break your neck for not knocking.” “I had to tell you something urgent!” he coughs, rubbing his neck. “someone just saw a white wolf prancing around the edge of the human town. I think it’s a new wolf, an intruder. Alpha, too, and very fast. The security has not been able to catch it, no matter how hard they have tried.”

His green eyes, an unusual hue for a wolf, held a sense of mystery and depth. With joyful energy, the two wolves bounded up and down, circling each other in a playful dance. Clayton's wolf led Camden's toward a nearby stream, their paws splashing in the cool water as they continued their exuberant play. Camden couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration as she kept pace with Clayton, revelling in the freedom of her wolf form.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

Milo laid his head down and remained where he was. A black eagle swooped down and looses a cry before landing on a branch in a pine tree ten feet from Amerie. The wolf huffed but didn’t avert its gaze from Amerie. The wind picked up and swept Amerie’s hair toward the wolf, the animal’s fur seeming to glisten with silver and gold as the wind rustled it. Amerie had never seen anything like it.

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.