Glitter Force Wolf Novels & Stories

“Its all about legends and special wolves” They mentioned a golden wolf, a silver wolf and as I flipped further, they mentioned a Supreme wolf. “Supreme wolf, now that sounds powerful” “Yeah, but they also mention a golden wolf. Jill’s natural hair colour is blonde” “They also mention a silver wolf and she is immune to silver” “We don’t have time to read the whole book” I groaned I started to flip though the golden wolf and the silver wolf sections of the book. Maybe Jill was one of them but none of the special gifts sounded much like Jill. “What colour is Jill’s wolf?”

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

"I deserve this punishment," Gloria said calmly. She did not doubt it because of Sean's words. It was as if she had accepted her fate. Sean was very shocked. He had known Gloria since he was a child. Black Thorn Pack and Silver Spring Pack were adjacent to each other, and Silver Spring Pack was also very powerful. As the daughter of Alpha, Gloria had every reason to be proud. She was once flamboyant and happy. She had completed the shift at the age of fifteen, and her wolf was a silvery-white female wolf.

I grabbed the celestial wolf by the throat. It bucked, thrashed, jaws snapping inches from my face. “Yield,” I growled. It didn’t. So I forced its head down—slammed it into the glowing spiral—and let my power pour into it in a violent burst. Light exploded. The wolf dissolved into scattering fragments of starlight. Silence returned. My knees nearly buckled. My wolf panted inside me—frightened of what we’d just done. What we were becoming. I exhaled shakily.

Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack. Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it. I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansio

"The amulet... it's not just an object. It has a power that many desire." We ventured deeper into the forest, tall and dense trees surrounding us, casting unsettling shadows. Suddenly, a howl echoed in the distance, followed by others, like a sinister symphony drawing nearer. "The pack is here!" Lucas exclaimed, looking into the darkness. A group of wolves emerged from the trees, their eyes gleaming with determination. Kessler, the alpha of the pack, approached the lead wolf, the same silver-gray wolf we had helped before, and gave a nod of recognition.

His eyes darted through the moving mist. Suddenly, a flicker of motion flashed through my eyes. We both saw it from Afar. It was fast, graceful, and wild. At first, I thought it was the woods playing tricks again. But when the figure came closer, my heart stopped. It was a wolf. And it wasn't just any wolf. Her fur glowed faintly silver, her eyes a color I knew too well—liquid gold, fierce and soft all at once. My throat went dry and my knees nearly buckled.

He asked seriously. "No, a breed way stronger than an alpha." I answered. "And that is..?" He asked. "A golden wolf." I answered calmly. "What the fuck is a golden wolf." He asked loudly as I sighed. Was I suppose to go through everything those old grandpa's had said?. It was impossible. "A golden wolf is a wolf with an ability to control minds. To be specific, all minds. Supernatural beings, human or fantasy creature/shifter." I answered. "Are you messing with me?"

It materialized before her, its form an embodiment of strength and grace. The spirit of the wolf stood tall, towering over Claire with an imposing presence. Its fur shimmered with a kaleidoscope of hues, mirroring the vastness of the natural world it symbolized. From the darkest obsidian to the palest silver, each strand of its coat told a story of survival, resilience, and unwavering spirit.

I needed the escape, and needed to chase the high of sweet release. An idea came to mind. Lya’s idea, actually. For ten years, she had silenced her wolf with silver. She had been nearly human. She was a Wulver and resistant to silver, so maybe I’d have more results than she did. Maybe my wolf wouldn’t be able to fight through it like hers did.