Gacha Life Wolf Novels & Stories

Kaine said as he passed the book around in front of me so I could read the contents. Reya - The White Guardian Nicknamed Reya the Reaper, or Reya the Ghost Wolf. This She-Wolf is part of the sixteen Guardian Wolves. The originals of the beasts that have been granted to the Shifter Race. Primarily gifted to the True-Alpha shifters. She is known for her special abilities and above average strength that she gifts to her human counterparts. Unlike other Wolves, Reya is only reborn and gifted to a user once every hundred years. Reya's rebirth normally predates a time of great strife for her people, for each time this particular Guardian Spirit is reborn, War normally befalls the lands she is born

My mate killed me. I start to hyperventilate as my surroundings spin and I feel dizzy. “Breathe sweetie, breathe. You are here.” I look in her eyes and mimic her breathing, and I start to settle down. A hear a growl coming from somewhere in the room. Turning my head, I see a large black wolf with white tips on it’s ears. It studies me and I smile. Kodiak. “Welcome back, Gaia. We have business to take care of.” I tilt my head at her words. What is she talking about? I close my eyes to lie back down. Business, what business?

LILA I stare with my mouth open at the blue eyed wolf with white fur that currently has my cousin and best friend captive. “Please let them go,” I stammer. The wolf literally rolls its eyes on me and looks at me like I’m asking the most ridiculous thing on earth. It sighs and releases its grip on them, “i don’t believe you don’t recognize what your own wolf looks like Lila.“ a feminine voice says which comes from the wolf. What the freak is this wolf talking about?

"You know that this is really awkward? It's like explaining the birds and the bees to an adult." "I might look like an adult but as far as wolves go I'm still a newborn. Please talk to me like I'm thirteen." "Alright. Technically mates and marks don't have anything to do with each other, but it's rare that one exists without the other. So forget all about mates from now and focus on the mark." Clara nodded.

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

She shrugged, "I've read romance novels with Werewolves in them but never imagined that they were real. I mean, according to the stuff I've read, you are supposed to live in a pack and do training and patrol the forest." "Yeah, don't read too much into that Saffy, I do have a pack, and I am the Alpha, but it's an odd sort of pack, mainly because I'm the last wolf in the country." "Oh, you poor thing, you must be very lonely?" "Sometimes, but I have lots of friends who keep me busy." Jack bit his lip. There was no way he could spring on her that she was a part wolf too. Just getting to grips with what she knew at the moment was enough for her without turning her completely crackers.

"Mr. Yahya, a giant wolf is only relatively rare, and I have even rarer ones in my hands. You keep this dying giant wolf and see if there's any buyer who will offer a higher price. See you!" I carried Lashay and turned to leave. "Wait! $50000! Mrs. Hock, $50000 is the bottom price! 50000 dollars, you can take it away!" I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at him, saying, "Deal!"

“Kind of, mostly bedtime stories she said her mother passed down. She didn’t really want to talk about it much.” Tasha walked over to the bookshelf and pulled down an old picture album, “this is from the earlier 1900s. photos of my grandmother and her children.” She flipped through the pictures till she came across the page she was looking for. In the large photo was 4 wolves, but one of them stood out from the others. A white wolf with bright eyes. “The Celestine Wolf. It’s passed down in our family, skipping generations at a time. Their eyes glow a bright blue, each Celestine wolf chosen by the Goddess herself. My mother used to say that my grandmother could speak to the Goddess herself in

Mj twisted her body, turned toward the large silver wolf and although the words that came out were hers she did not recognize the voice. There was a surge that blasted through Mj’s body like she was on fire from the inside. She started to try and move again and to her surprise she was managing to shift under his powerful grip, The silver wolf looked at Mj and for a moment she thought she saw a flash of shock in his eyes then Mj heard a familiar voice. “Calix please she doesn't know, let Azreal speak to her please” it was Lila and she was approaching the large silver wolf, Mj watched as she put both her hands on his forearm and he looked down at her. Lila squeezed the large silver wolf's arm

And nothing more, and that’s not enough for me,” Yang answered sharply. - Not enough? - Baturin grinned. —Will her death be a sufficient argument? She only managed to catch a menacing roar from Ian, and the next moment the alpha of the black wolves broke the oak table with his interlocutor. — Have you and Rinat just now thought about the consequences? — A malicious grin lit up the black wolf’s face. — So, when you started injecting a three-year-old child with a vaccine that suppresses the essence of a werewolf, you didn’t think about it then? Bastards!