Golden Retriever Wolf Mix Novels & Stories

I howled loudly. I could see the amazed reaction of all the pack members. My eyes fell on a mirror. I could see my wolf. No wonder every pack member is amazed. The color of my fur is very unique. I have peace fur with a mix of a glittery layer of silver. My size is also bigger than usual wolves. The color of my eyes is a mix of purple and ocean blue. As I moved my eyes across the hall, my eyes met with Alpha. His eyes turned green as soon as our eyes locked.

She is a little thing but her wolf is muscled and toned, even if she is a little skinny for my liking but she is stunning. I watch as she locks onto my position and drops into a defensive stance as I walk closer then stop as she snapps a warning at me. I watch as my little mate tries to work through some stuff with her wolf. The little light grey almost silver wolf with black paws and little black tips on her ears, she is hands down the most beautiful creature. It's her eyes that are striking; they are a bright shade of green.

“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.”

Jim's wolf once was black but has started to grey with age. Jace her brother and current Alpha was massive. He's even larger than Jake and black as coal. Micha was grey and white. Charlie’s wolf Rojo was red and white he kind of favored a fox but much larger and furrier. Kile’s wolf Major was also grey and white. Roman’s wolf Scout, was almost solid grey. "Is it me, or does your brother look like a wolf on steroids?" Zeus asked. "It's not you. He does." Winter replied.

Maia happily began to play in his hand, enjoying the caress of her mate. 'Stop feigning. I know you enjoyed it; you're just annoyed with him.' Maia retorted with a giggle, which made me roll my eyes. “Strange. Maia's wolf is silver with golden speckles, yet she's an omega.” Wyatt whispered enigmatically and took two steps toward me. I gave him a confused glance. What did he mean? “What's the name of your wolf?” Oswald inquired and ruffled my hair. I growled at him frankly, and he did the same again with a smile on his face.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

But I knew if we leave her alone during her first shift, she'd die, or she'd never manage to do it, and both options didn't sit well with me, I need her to be safe and happy, to stay near me. "It hurt," she cries out, and I nuzzled her, ignoring her vampire sent and just focusing on her wolf side, she finally managed to do it, she shifted fully, instead of Millie stood a medium size wolf, she's not a puppy, but she's not near my size, she's medium, a bit on the smaller size, a white wolf. "Beautiful," dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides.

She had a deep chocolate brown wolf with golden sock patterns on her paws and the tip of her ears and tail were also golden. Bethany was marvelously gorgeous. She was actually a mixture of Kai’s and Xander’s wolves. She was a silver wolf with black and blue streaks throughout her fur. It was very interesting that she was like her brothers. I felt their smugness through the bond. Finally, I padded up to Papa and nuzzled his neck. His wolf was even larger than ours. It fit since he was the King after all. His fur was a fiery red like mine but had a black mane from his ears to tail. He nuzzled my neck back, and I could see how happy he was that we could run together. This was why he never shift

Jackson found a seat near the front right as the first wolf was tugged forward by the leash. He held back a scowl when the wolf stumbled into the steps and nearly fell. The wolf had greasy hair that might have been blonde once, before the filth coated the strands. It wasn’t near as matted as C36M657’s though. If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.