God Wolf Novels & Stories

A white wolf now tattoed onto my palm. Imelda reached forward, gripping my knife in her hand before slowing her palm. She tilted her hand over the goblet, the blood dripping in and making a hissing sound as it made contact with the smooth gold and began bubbling. “I Imelda Kolgrim, Queen of Godric. Accept our deal." A blue flame erupted from the goblet. My palm burned again; I watched as a blue flame consumed the wolf, and then they both vanished from my skin. I looked up at her, slightly confused—a wide grin on her face.

The immense strength ripped me from the damp chair, sending me crashing onto the bloodstained floor. A painful roar tore from my throat. The room pulsed with my aura, scattering everything within reach. Killian raised his hands to shield his face as the wind violently pushed him backward. It soon stopped, and when he raised his face to stare back at where I was standing, I was gone. What replaced me shocked him. "The Ancient Golden Wolf!" His mouth fell open. Yes. The Ancient Golden Wolf was the sacred wolf of the ancient era, a being said to possess power unlike any wolf that had ever existed.

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.

I whispered. As more wolves started to surround me, I heard a howl unlike the others. It was strong and protective. Looking up, I seen the golden wolf was still fighting but now an even bigger wolf stood over me. A beautiful colour of black with patches of grey. It let out a terrifying growl, making a few of the other wolves back off slightly. As it turned its head slightly, it looked to be looking me up and down and then I noticed something familiar in its eyes. Something I could have sworn I'd seen before.

His premonitions led him to believe that his beloved Allan, the ten-year-old werewolf Alpheno who possesses the power of supreme god, was in grave danger. As Kai prepared to embark on a perilous journey to rescue Allan, a terrifying force descended upon Gaia. Fen, the formidable leader of the Werewolf God Destroyers, materialized amidst the tranquil surroundings, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. With a ferocious roar that echoed through the valley, he unleashed his wrath upon the unsuspecting villagers.

Why won’t his wolf allow him to talk for Christ's sake? “Shut it, Gold.” He said, silencing him. He seldom use his wolf's name which was his middle name. His name was Gabriel Gold Berkeley. As a werewolf, their middle name must be the name that their wolves chose for themselves. His iris turned to gold at that moment for a brief span and then it went back to normal.

“Name’s Ravaryn. I’ve been trapped here for centuries.” Fenrak rose slowly. “Then you saw him… that wolf I saw chained when I dragged Khaenat’s corpse. The one who shook the whole realm when he moved.” Ravaryn’s eyes dimmed. “Aye,” he said quietly. “That is AURA. The Primal God Wolf. But he is not the Dream God Wolf.” Fenrak’s heartbeat stumbled. “What the hell do you mean? Then who is?” Ravaryn stepped closer, voice lowering.

she thought. There was no response in her head. A white wolf with patches of black undercoat appeared and stalked toward her, followed by three black wolves with a patch of silver white undercoat each and a gray wolf. “You’re not wolves anymore,” Zoe said to their minds. “I guess not,” Thea said. “We are at your service, Goddess Thea,” Zoe said. She, Axel, Caleb, Damon, and Xavier’s former wolf bowed. “God Alaric, God Conri, God Kai, God Xavier.”

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?"

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.