Golden Wolf Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

His skin grew several layers, dislodging the Alpha's initial bite, and, tumbling away, he got to his feet, turning to meet his attacker head-on. The Wolf Haven's Alpha was a giant grey creature, covered in scars, denoting his rank as he'd obviously fought off a lot of challenges throughout his reign. He didn't attack straight away, circling instead, as Kellen leaped off the porch, gaining more room to move by being on the ground. All around them, yellow eyes emerged from the darkness, silently bearing witness to the battle threatening to erupt. When two Alpha's fought, the rules were clear; no one must interfere, and it was a fight to the death. The Wolf Haven pack had to obey these rules.

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?”