God 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**

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.

I gave a small chuckle. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that.” He laughed. Just then, a wolf entered the cave. I could smell that he was from the Bois Sombre Pack. I used whatever strength I had to sit up. I still couldn’t shift or mindlink, but maybe I could use my alpha aura. While it wouldn’t work as efficiently on stranger packs, it would at least restrain him for a few seconds until maybe I could grab him with what strength I could muster.

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.

Daffodil screamed in pain as her wolf came out in its full form, its eyes glittered like flashing golds, giving darkness a ray of light. “Daffodil, I am taking over your body; you are me now, we, you and me, are now Arcel.” the big golden wolf murmured as it looked itself in the full body mirror attached to an expensive looking wardrobe cabinet inside Daffodil’s luxurious room.

His brother smiled and slapped him on the back. They were almost to the hotel, when they all heard a growl coming from their right. They slowly turned to see a massive brindled colored wolf. The wolf had blue eyes with fleck of gold in them. The men stood frozen their wolf’s trying to come forward. The witches preparing spells. One of the men that was helping to guard the witches shifted and started to approach the massive wolf.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I could feel Torey's gaze on us while Luara shook her head defiantly. "Yes, you are." I laughed, tickling her as she struggled to get out of my hold, giggling loudly before escaping my grip and running off. I sat between Torey and Charlotte; Sam was on the other side of his mate. Elijah had left around an hour ago, he had somewhere he needed to be. Two other wolves had joined us, their names were Joanna and Clara. They were both pack warriors and their mates were currently running border patrol. Joanna's mate was Torey's head tracker and apparently the best in West America.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.