Golden Wolf Novels & Stories

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Outside the great gate of Arnold, there was already a carriage waiting there, but this carriage was not a regular carriage, the wagon was made of iron, gold and jeweled on both sides, and two steel wheels as well is faintly luminous. The drag object in front of the car is an Only Snow Wolf, a wolf but as big as a tiger, with extraordinary aura. At this time, Only Snow Wolf stood still and looked around, his eyes filled with hope, extremely obedient.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

Cerridwen did the only thing she could and made her human shift ignoring her cry of agony as her bones cracked and reformed her into her Wolf, and Cerridwen did not hesitate, she knew that Melody's cry of pain had alerted the males. When the two huge males trotted into the cave and were met by a snarling Golden Wolf standing tall her stunning fur glittering in the late evening sunshine. They stopped taken aback by her beauty, ‘Fuck me brother, she’s one of those extremely rare Golden's, I've only every heard of them I have never seen one.’

In the middle was a golden statue with a man standing proudly and two wolves flanking his sides. While I was marvelling at the scene before me I was careful to keep straight faced and keep my opinions to myself. I was here on official business not pleasure. This castle belonged to all the packs in both North and South America. It was a place for every pack to be heard and a place of inter-pack cooperation. “This place is more exquisite than I imagined, “ Clayton told me via mind link.”Or is it just me?” “It’s not just you I completely agree! I’ve never seen such beautiful craftsmanship,” I replied.

Fucking hell I did it I shifted. Shame its been her who got me to finally achieve it. I knew she would take the credit though, anything to keep the praise and attention on her, but first she had to put me in my place. Not physically anymore, the surprise of the size of my wolf form reflecting in her eyes, knowing it would be too messy and hard to explain away. Even for my future status I was big and unusual colouring, red and gold fur, on off white all coming to an end at my pale paws.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

The Moon Goddess glowed and cast her light around the wolf. “Her wolf is gold?” I asked, already knowing the answer and confirming what I had known since seeing her. “Yes, she’s special. I’ve seen wolves of all colors, even a white wolf once or twice, but never another golden wolf.” She walked across the room and laid the white dress on Katla’s bed, smoothing the pink ribbon on the waist. “For tonight,” she said. “Hmm,” I mused, “That seems a little…childish…for announcing an engagement to an Alpha, no?”