Golden Retriever Wolf Mix Novels & Stories

She lifted her face to the sky and called for her mate. Trentity wolves have a light greyish fur with black tips on their paws, ears, and nose. Usually, the wolf and human share the same color eyes. Another tell-tale sign of what we are, as if it were necessary. Within a few moments, an enormous reddish-brown wolf with yellow glowing eyes was in front of us. Roxy moved closer and rubbed her body against Rafe's side.

Cerridwen spat it out then got to her feet ready to go at him again, ‘Really Golden Wolf? Are you sure you want to risk the lives of those you love? I am going to rid you of your Pup so I can throw you into haze for me and trust me, Golden Wolf, I will keep you so hazed you will do anything for me until I fill your body with my Pup.’

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

Sitting this close to him, I could see the colors in Alpha Callan’s eyes swirl with gold and silver specks, similar to the wolf that Lela and I encountered on our run yesterday. “Is this the wolf that we met?” I was hoping that Lela has more insights than I did. I would guess that he was, but I trusted her instincts more than mine when it came to this. “I believe so. His wolf’s eyes were a deeper color blue, but they have the same beautiful specks of gold and silver in them. Such a gorgeous shade of blue.” I could almost feel Lela swoon as she spoke. “Okay, enough of that!” I jokingly reprimand Lela, but she was not wrong. This man, and his wolf, were unlike anyone we had ever seen.

In my wolf form, I walk towards the rest of the wolves and immediately I reach where they are, I spot three huge wolves who are eyeing me lustfully. I immediately recognize Charles' wolf which is grey in colour and he has equally bright grey eyes. Ben's wolf is grey as well with a touch of brown in it's fur and his eyes are brown in colour. Jeremy's wolf is equally huge and it's brown with a touch of grey in it's fur. His wolf has the sexiest eyes...ice blue, contrary to his eyes in human form! Charles' is the only one among the triplets who has ice blue eyes in his human form!

The first thing I thought of was the wolf, so I quickened my pace, immediately looking around, then I heard a howl, which made me run, but I tripped and fell. “Ouch,” I groaned, feeling a pain in my foot. I got up as best I could, limping toward the safety of my house. However, growls to my right made me stop in my tracks. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a silhouette on all fours walking toward me. I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips.

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

'The most likely scenario is, that the mother was a she-wolf and the father a German Shepherd, that is usually the case with these hybrids.' Although they did not know it the Vet had it the wrong way around, the puppy's Mother was a she-wolf but their Father was a half-breed, part Wolf part white Shepherd, he was the Alpha of the local pack and the puppies were three-quarters, Wolf.

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

At our son's first birthday banquet, my husband, Luis Danforth, stood up in front of everyone and announced he was bringing another child into the family. Then his first love, Cathlene Richards, walked up cradling Luis's "illegitimate son." "Luis, thank you for giving our child a home." The room erupted into murmurs. My in-laws just nodded, looking relieved. The whole world took their side, calling me, the wife, cruel and small-minded. Luis crossed the room and threw a paternity test in my face. "Layla, sign it. Let him take his rightful place in the family. It doesn't matter how much you cause a scene. This is ironclad proof." I looked at the report, at the line confirming a "biologi