Golden Retriever Wolf Mix Novels & Stories

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

If wolves had facial expression, I bet this one would be humoured. I knew my wolf form was way smaller than the average size. I couldn't even say it was characteristic of halflings because even though Chris and I had fairly small wolves, Roman's had been relatively large. My coat also stood out because technically, I wasn't really a Silvercrest. Silvercrest wolves had their fur in different shades of brown, mine was grey with shades of white, which was characteristic of my original pack. Uncle Victor's coat was a deeper grey-black. I lunged at the wolf, using all my energy to knock it away from Joshua.

Puffs of steam from our breath dissipated into the icy air. The big black wolf came to a slow stop with the white wolf and was shortly greeted by The most unique, and dare I say handsome colored wolf I had seen. A rare mutation of chimera coloring. One half of the wolf was a dark brown, almost black. The other half is not quite silver like King Kellen’s but more blue but also just as big as the Kings. Like two sides of a coin. The same but not. The wolf's eyes shone a golden color, piercing and dangerous.

The way his eyes glowed reminding me of Kyra, except they weren’t as illuminating as hers were when she shifts into her wolf. With the way his wolf was, I was surprised I hadn’t heard rumors about it. Never in my life had I ever seen a wolf as big as his with his coloring. Kyra’s wolf was rare, but he was mixed with both a black and white wolf, it was unusual for a wolf to be mixed. Not that it was unheard of, just not with his colors. Turning back to the deck, I saw George had joined the woman, along with a rather unhealthy-looking scrawny wolf.

Golden or yellow wolves are extremely rare and are considered to be the first living creature created by Roog, the Supreme God. Normally in our world, color of your wolf doesn’t matter. Most shifters are a variation of black, grey, brown, and sometimes white. White is uncommon but it does appear, usually white means they have a gift bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess. But the colors, red, yellow, gold, sable or any variation of, don’t exist in our world. It’s been so long since those colors have been seen they have pretty much been erased from our archives. Our mate is both, I don’t think there has ever been a wolf that was both red and gold, so who is she?

Caroline, one of the older vets there, told him. “Man, bro before hoes,” Kyle complained. “Really guys?” Gail asked with a laugh, walking up to them. “You all act if you haven’t seen a dog before.” “Never seen one quite like this one,” Caroline admitted. “Wolf mix?” “I found him near the woods so it’s possible, but he seems too well behaved to be wild.” “I get he has some malamute in him too,” Caroline suggested. “Ah, perhaps,” Gail replied. “Well, guys, sorry, but I have to take him back. I want to scan him for a chip and give him a check up.”

Thankfully. Red wolves, yellow, green, blue, brown, gray, white, and black. A list from the lowest to the highest. No one had bonded with a black inner wolf in the entire werewolf race for generations. Even my father—the Alpha of StarClaws pack—was bonded with a gray werewolf. A fact which he prided himself over. And me? I was bonded to Molniya—a black wolf. “I didn’t do it!!!! Garek, tell them,” I turned pleading eyes towards my supposed mate and begged. His gaze remained stoic and my stomach sank. “Please.” I whispered.

He’d saved me, turning into a monstrous, beautiful wolf to rip the man apart. I was grateful and relieved he saved me, but the sudden lust that filled me followed by the anger that I couldn’t escape him even in my dreams, made me confused. All I had been able to do was stare. His wolf wasn’t a typical wolf. It reminded me of a blue merle Australian Shepherd, but it was definitely a wolf. Its face mask was black, with stripes down his muzzle and cheek bones, while alternating patches of black, white, and grey littered the rest of its body. The only brown was a light brown and it was on his paws and heels like socks. Even covered in blood, his wolf’s beauty was entrancing.

Calypso whispered. While Killian’s Lycan is fully black, Calypso’s wolf is fully gold, and Channing’s wolf was fully black, their son was a magnificent sight. He was slightly bigger than a regular sized wolf cub, but the power could be felt from him. He has a black coat all around, save for the golden strip that runs down the middle of his back. They could see the tough exterior beneath the fur. “He’s truly something,” Killian agreed, mesmerized as well. When the little Lycan looked up at them, they were surprised by the silver eyes looking back at them.

"Nothing you don't want to happen." He leaned up and looked into her eyes and saw a small twinkle. Before he could do anything else, she climbed out from under him and kept walking. He shook his head and followed and out of the jungle, stood a large house. It was three floors with porches wrapped on each one. Solid white with swings in the front and a few dogs laying near the door. She walked up and they barked and wagged when they saw her. When they saw him, all three wolves growled in his direction. They took a few steps forward and she whistled and they returned to laying down. She waved for him to come on and they walked inside. Inside, it looked like an English estate. She walked in and