Glitter Force Wolf Novels & Stories

The agony I inflicted was tenfold what they had given Elara. Denver gasped for air, his amber eyes glowing bright as he tried to summon his wolf. The massive, golden-brown spirit of his wolf manifested over him, snapping its jaws at me in an attempt to defend its master. But a regular Alpha wolf was nothing but a fragile insect to me. I only summoned a red glow in my eyes, and Denver’s golden wolf whimpered in terror, its spirit instantly shattering and disappearing into thin air under the dominance of my power. Denver tried to push out his claws… But I didn't give him the leverage. I delivered one brutal strike across his face, leaving a deep wound that would take weeks to heal.

Tears welled in Gloria's eyes as she pleaded, "Let's go downstairs and pick out a few more pieces there." As Alpha's daughter of the Ironclaw Pack, her pride burned, but she couldn't muster the courage to speak against Rosemary. Her wolf claws dug into her palms, desperate for them to leave. Jewelry on the first floor wasn't cheap either. The Golden Jewelry Store didn't have any low-quality items. Sabrina clutched the jewelry box tightly, her silver-gray wolf ears bristling with defiance. "No, I want this set," she said, her sulfuric pheromones flaring like sparks.

“Gigi, don’t pay attention to them. Just mindlink me and drown out their stupid laughter. They’re clearly both just dumb pawns that are trying to make themselves feel more important than they are by torturing us.” “They’re not wrong though,” Gigi replied. “My wolf is messed up. It’s my own fault. I killed my wolf by accident when I was a kid. And I finally brought it back to life… and I guess this is what a zombie wolf looks like.” “But, Gigi, that’s amazing! That you were able to bring your wolf back to life! It’s a miracle. Your wolf has battle scars. Why would you be embarrassed of a wolf that has literally been to the other realm and back?”

The air thickened and her pulse synced with mine. My wolf leaned forward, testing the air between us. A low growl rumbled from my chest, not of threat, but of recognition and her breath hitched in response. “Bladen,” she whispered, “your eyes…” I didn’t have the strength to hide the shift. The gold bled through my irises, washing away the human restraint I clung to. “Tell me to stop,” I said hoarsely. It was the last human sentence I had in me.

"What is it, Liv?" "It's not real," I whispered, focusing. "Or it's not what it seems. The elemental signature... it's a perfect mimicry, but there's no true life force within it. It's an illusion. A lure." As if on cue, the "wounded" wolf slowly rose, its whines transforming into a low, guttural growl. Its form wavered, shimmering for a moment, revealing hints of the familiar dark, matted fur beneath the illusion of silver. Its eyes, still holding the convincing image of a Silvermoon wolf, began to glow with that sickly green light.

“You can parade his past in front of me, but it won’t change what’s happening. You can’t stop it. Not with this Game. Not with your tricks.” The reflection lets out a ragged scream, the mirrors trembling. “He belongs to me!” “No,” Aria growls. “He doesn’t.” And with that, her wolf flares through her, bright violet light slamming outward in a shockwave. The hall ignites with it and Nyxara’s reflection shatters like glass exploding. Fragments fly across the stone, scattering like dying stars. Silence crashes down. Aria sags slightly, breathing hard. I steady her automatically. Her hands grip my forearms like I’m the only thing tethering her to the earth.

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. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

She is utterly perfect, and my wolf growls with the effort it takes to hold back. She takes a deep breath, her eyes glowing silver as she summons her wolf. Her body ripples and shifts, and in her place stands a sleek, powerful black wolf, her coat shimmering like polished obsidian under the moonlight. She’s no small wolf—nearly my size—and the smoothness of her transformation leaves her surprised. I knew the training would help, besides my presence would also help her draw her wolf out.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.