Fun Facts Gray Wolf Novels & Stories

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

I growl so loudly that I am sure my throat cracked. Just to be on the safe side, I had mindlinked all of them to come. However, the red moon territory was a bit far and most of the wolves there were pups and females. That's why I had sent Rufus and ten other strong wolves to go assist them. We were not so many therefore, this Grayhound Pack house is big enough to accommodate us all. I pray they make it here before the deranged wizard does. "He, oh damnit! Harold killed all those pups and females in the Red moon territory. Even Rufus is gone."

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

KHALID I stared at her sleeping figure on the bed, tempted to touch her shiny black hair—realizing for the first time that it was the same color as her wolf. The color of midnight. Black wolves were the third least common among the four wolf colors werewolves had. Around seventy percent of all pack wolves were gray, and about twenty percent were white or light-colored. The remaining ten percent were split between black and red wolves—blacks making up just eight percent. The rarest of them all were the reds, only two percent.

We circled each other playfully for a few minutes before I led her to the stream to look at herself. She stared for a long time, perhaps longer even than I did. I couldn’t blame her, I’d only seen a few gray wolves in my lifetime and I loved to sneak out to watch the warriors shift for guard duty at night so I’d seen my fair share of wolves. What was more interesting than Leona’s fur was the color of her eyes. They were gray with hues of purple. She was an absolutely gorgeous wolf.

Jenny Martinez: "......" She suddenly thought that in the werewolf tribe, it was considered adulthood at 35 years old. She didn't know how old the gray wolf was this year, whether their marriage was "old wolves eating young grass" or two "teenagers getting married early".... Thinking back to the first time they met, when the gray wolf disguised himself as a wolf cub, she felt that he was not yet 35 years old. She didn't know if the gray wolf's fur was long or not...

Their fangs were long and sharp so they could pierce directly the main artery of that gray wolf. The men of sacrifice was such great soldiers as they was able to kill an enemy with such quick speed, just like lightning! But it did not allow the situation to be completely reversed. Because when any one of the red wolves bit the neck of a gray wolf, there would be several other gray wolves rushing over and opening their scary mouths at the same time. The strong smell of blood quickly spread and filled the air. There was the blood of wolf of the Black Pack and also the ten men of sacrifice of the Red Pack.

She was restless for the last hour. I reached the middle of the forest when suddenly a white wolf came out of the trees and stood in front of me. The wolf was large, his fur was shining under the moonlight and his aura was powerful. He didn't seem like a rogue as his eyes weren't red. Usually rogues have red eyes while he had grey. Red eyes is a sign that their wolves have complete control over them. Maybe he wasn't a rogue for too long or he was just a wolf that got lost. What is certain is that the color of his fur is very rare! This color was not prevalent around here.

Roger nodded but didn't take eyes off of her, he could also feel Telly watching her, pushing forward. "Must be some large she wolf" Gabby smirked "hope she is a red head" Roger glared at him for a moment then turned his attention back to the gray wolf in question. The sun was up and he was actually getting a good look at her for the first time, all dark gray not a spec of any other color, definitely could be mistaken for a black wolf, of a night. Even a young alpha wolf he supposed, but he already knew different was a high ranked warrior.