Golden Retriever Wolf Mix Novels & Stories

I suspected that much like the Betas, her wolf would be a bright sparkling silver, just as her mate's was a darker version of the tone. I heard the sound of paws hitting the ground so I turned to see what appeared to be a large shadow of a wolf coming towards us, with the bright sparkling gold one close on it's tail. Though the wolf only looked like a shadow, I knew it was infact King Rayan's wolf Razor, who was quite intimidatingly large and midnight black in color. It was the first time I'd actually seen the wolf with my own eyes, though I had heard many terrifying stories of it.

Chris came towards me and held my hand from which blood was dripping. But I didn't cared "Xav calm down! What happened??" I ignored him and instead I left, running towards the forest to release the beast inside of me who was as angry as I was. My wolf was a golden wolf with hazel eyes. He is rare. It is said only 0.02% of wolves ever known were golden and I am very proud to be one. My speed increased as I crossed my packs boundary My wolf was guiding me directions as I was giving him permission.

He tore his arm out of Henry’s grasp and I couldn’t help the ‘no’ that I yelled. He didn’t hear me. Dad wouldn’t hear me. Now free, Dad rushed forward, shifting beautifully into his wolf. Every time I saw it, I was always in awe. His wolf was an Alpha wolf through and through. The sheer power and strength that radiated from him was incredible. He was a mix of brown and black, much like Henry, but he had a little more grey around his muzzle and sprinkling through his fur.

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

I raise an eyebrow at my father who is staring at the wolves in wonder himself. Cassie’s wolf is dark chocolate brown, with caramel golden paws, tail tip and white blond ear tips. She pants as she looks at Elliott. Then she sees me and bows her head in respect as well. I bow back with a smile. They have traits of each other. The pack gasps as one as the last wolf shakes out her fur. I gape at her, and I am happy to see I am not the only one. Allie’s wolf is big for a female, almost as big as Shadow. Her fur, which was a rich caramel golden before, now has stripes of white blond and dark chocolate. Her fur almost glows in the moonlight, twinkling like there are thousands of small diamonds in

Looking back down at the wolf, I was pretty sure they were new. Their fur was a mix of three different colors; a sandy brown, black, and white. The majority of them were a combination of brown and black but the white was sprinkled in very specific spots. Around the ears, muzzle, paws and tail were all white that bled into the black and brown. Their eyes were bright, reflecting that their wolf was in charge. Squatting down, I smiled, looking them in their eyes. “Don’t tell your human side this, but with where the white is on your muzzle, you look like an old man.”

All eyes were on Rudolf as they saw the wolf taking over. "Don't do anything stupid Rudolf. You are in our home." Carr was furious that he would dare to even think of attacking anyone while in his territory. Konstantin knew that look in Rudolf's eyes. Rudolf looked for a moment like he was going to back down, but his companions knew better. The big silver wolf leaped into the air in front of Guillame just as Rudolf shifted and lunged. It happened so fast no one else had time to react. The silver wolf let out a painful howl as the smaller brown one latched onto his foreleg. But he would not fight his leader. He took the bites and waited for the others from their Council to pull him off.

You are just as stupid as you are hot-headed. What's that supposed to mean? If you were using your head instead of that oversized Ego of yours you could have seen the truth. I can sense her wolf, I can see it. Hidden inside that pretty human package is a wolf. A solid white wolf. Do you know what white wolves are? No, not really. What's your point? Most people get a mixed color wolf. Some grey with a spot here and there, other colors always with some sort of splash of mixed color somewhere. Not often are wolves seen with solid colors.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

There's an apology I need to convey to him. In a split second, a strong gust of wind carrying sand began to surround Jermaine and Rohan and when the wind left, both of them had transformed into their wolf form. One is a wolf with two-tone fur, a combination of black on the front and white on the back and tail. His eyes glowed a beautiful bright blue. It was Jermaine's wolf form, a unique feature only possessed by pure descendants of Alpha Jocheved blood. Meanwhile, the other is a silver wolf with golden eyes.