Golden Wolf Novels & Stories

I remember crying because of the bullies who made me feel like I didn’t belong. I remember seeing my reflection in the water. Seeing my wolf and thinking it was the Goddess visiting me. “Gypsy” My wolf’s name is Gypsy. Her fur is pure copper red in color. I saw it in the water that day and it looked like thunderous fire from the skies and like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

She never really understood what he meant but anytime he gave her that reply, Alora would obediently nod her head and go back into her room to play on her own. Today the truth about her father's words finally came to light. Alora's father was born different. His wolf was very much different. They were only two kinds of wolf, the black wolves and the white wolves. The black wolves signified evil, while the good wolves signified purity. The black wolves were the wolves involved with the killing of innocent human beings, where as the white wolves only ate from the animal skin. When Dragon, Alora's dad was born, his wolf was of a totally different color. He was born as a gold wolf, this was very

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

Arcel answered with pride. Daffodil was in awe; she could not believe what Arcel had told her. “You need to know more Daffodil. Our clan, our blood as the last race of the Golden Wolves are the strongest mentalist; our mind can be used to the fullest; we just need to discover how.” Arcel added. With such, Daffodil could confirm that indeed she is the missing Golden She-wolf that Lexus told her and as such, her life is indeed in great risk.

My shout echoed in the barren space. Rain held a finger to her lips and shushed me. “Don’t wake the others.” I hadn’t realized until then that there were several other nests like the one I had sprung out of. Each nest had two or three sets of breaths coming from them. “You also don’t want to attract the attention of anyone upstairs. Trust me. Apparently, there is some big prophecy that revolves around one of us, or so I gleaned from passing conversations that I listened in on. They say that the Silverwolf is the alpha of all alphas and that if they can mate her and control her, then there would be no one to stop them." She glanced up at the sliver of light from the door, fear sliding across

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

The woman looked at the blade momentarily and then scrolled to Albert, who stood proudly before everyone in the form of a dashing golden wolf. "It turns out that the rumours were true. The Goldenwolf exists. He is a werewolf with an immortal soul. The king of all werewolves," Judith said. The woman knelt, saluting Goldenwolf. All the werewolves were hypnotised. One by one, they knelt before the Alpha, bowing to the majesty of Goldenwolf, the King of all werewolves.

"But understand that we're learning too. Golden Wolves are practically myths - the last recorded sighting was over five hundred years ago." "So what exactly am I supposed to be?" I forced myself to look at my glowing reflection again. "According to the ancient texts," Elena said, opening the book, "Golden Wolves were the first of our kind. They weren't created or cursed like regular werewolves - they were born from the moon itself. They had powers beyond normal wolves - healing abilities, enhanced senses, the power to calm even the most savage beast." I gestured to my glowing skin. "And this? Is this normal for... whatever I am?"

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.