Golden Wolfish Novels & Stories

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.

Archer could only look at me with his mouth wide open, my wolf being one he had never seen before. I had such a drastic wolf to that I have seen, my fur was a bright white colour, which that in itself is such a rare colour, most wolves are either a brown sort of shade whilst most Alpha’s are black. But the rarities didn’t stop there with my wolf, the one thing which set me apart was the gold dust colour which shimmered throughout my fur in streaks. Hadwin always told me it was as though I was sprinkled with gold dust, that compliment staying with me each time I think about my wolf. As I turned to look at Archer, the worry at the pit of my stomach still hung in the air when his shocked expres

Puffs of steam from our breath dissipated into the icy air. The big black wolf came to a slow stop with the white wolf and was shortly greeted by The most unique, and dare I say handsome colored wolf I had seen. A rare mutation of chimera coloring. One half of the wolf was a dark brown, almost black. The other half is not quite silver like King Kellen’s but more blue but also just as big as the Kings. Like two sides of a coin. The same but not. The wolf's eyes shone a golden color, piercing and dangerous.

Ruby red eyes three of them came searching through the darkness. Taking all the full brunt of his attention, they moved like normal eyes melting from the shadows as three wolves stood in front of them. They were not massive like the size of a horse in fact they were normal other than the glowing eyes. The first two wolves had thick black coats, but one was clearly leaner while one had thick hunches and was pure muscle. Then there was the wolf to the right of the black hair wolves. The coat of this wolf was a deep brown almost black color with venomous green eyes that glitter in the light when the glowing began to fade away. “Jake Storm are you ready to die?” A thick husky voice filled the ai

She was well beyond shocked. It really happened. I was a wolf. But my legs were thick and short, unlike those of any other wolf I’d ever seen. And my paws were round and soft. My fur was also an inexplicable shade of light gold. Just a little lighter than my blonde human hair. I’d never heard of a golden wolf — not in today’s world. I read about one once, though. In a history book. About a rare and noble breed of ancient wolves. I leaned into Nolan. He was all I had in this moment.

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

I stare into the dark pool of water, knowing that somehow, it is me. I’m a wolf. Solid black fur with a golden shimmer under the moonlight’s glow. Exceptionally large and muscular. Bright golden eyes and a lonely white patch along the thigh, near the right hind leg. In the shape of a dahlia flower. How gorgeous. I have never seen anything like it upon any wolves on my island. Its primary color is white, with faint black and gold droplets decorating the fur pedals—a total contrast to the rest of the stark wolf form. Before I can bask in the magnificence of the beast, the image quickly fades, allowing another sensation to come flitting into place. The colors shift to more globy muck with spike

“Humans and wolves are alike. They love gossip. If they are talking about it, not too long from now or even now, and this is a no-pack territory, so lots of wolves mingling here in town.” Talia isn’t wrong in her speculation because just minutes after the instruction, I begin to hear snippets of conversation drifting to my ears. “Did you hear the news? They say there is a golden wolf, and the wolf is some kind of mythical creature.” One said in the group of people that was wandering in the streets too. “They say no one knows what this creature looks like. But rumors have it that it’s very huge and has a fur that glows like fire under the moonlight,” another said.

They had many medicinal properties and were never a bad thing to have around. Milo whined and laid down facing away from Amerie. Her heart sped up and a breeze kissed her cheek. She already knew what she’d see when she looked up. She hesitated. Slowly, she stood and slipped the flowers in her bag. She took a deep breath and looked up. The white wolf sat about twenty-five feet away. It had to be over seven feet tall. He towered over Amerie. His golden eyes bore into hers. She subconsciously tilted her head and the wolf mirrored it. Neither moved. Milo laid his head down and remained where he was.

Golden fur seen like no other loomed on her pale skin and an extraordinarily thick tail outgrew on her derriere. When she had finally transformed into a complete wolf, Joe Lininger gawked at her with his flickering eyes. She was golden in color. A rare wolf one would only see in dreams or in fantasy books. It looked like she was veiled with gold leaf all over. So glossy. So soft at the view. Such was the lustre of her fur that made Joe Lininger to bite his tongue between his teeth in order to check if this was his paranoia or fucking reality. Damn his fate... it was reality. Fucking reality.