Golden Wolfish Novels & Stories

Golden or yellow wolves are extremely rare and are considered to be the first living creature created by Roog, the Supreme God. Normally in our world, color of your wolf doesn’t matter. Most shifters are a variation of black, grey, brown, and sometimes white. White is uncommon but it does appear, usually white means they have a gift bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess. But the colors, red, yellow, gold, sable or any variation of, don’t exist in our world. It’s been so long since those colors have been seen they have pretty much been erased from our archives. Our mate is both, I don’t think there has ever been a wolf that was both red and gold, so who is she?

So much was lost to us and I didn't want it to be our downfall. After flipping through half the book I found the section I was looking for; The Meaning of Color in Wolves Eyes. I swear I saw gold in Chris's eyes and I skimmed over the chapters until I found the word gold or yellow. There were apparently many different kinds of rare wolves that use to exist. "Ah, here it is. Wolves of golden irises are those with great powers to protect. Shadows are powerful midnight wolves. They were created to be assassins for the moon goddess to eliminate any strong powers that threatened their kind."

He asked seriously. "No, a breed way stronger than an alpha." I answered. "And that is..?" He asked. "A golden wolf." I answered calmly. "What the fuck is a golden wolf." He asked loudly as I sighed. Was I suppose to go through everything those old grandpa's had said?. It was impossible. "A golden wolf is a wolf with an ability to control minds. To be specific, all minds. Supernatural beings, human or fantasy creature/shifter." I answered. "Are you messing with me?"

He yelled, making me pause in my tracks. “I don't care! I just want to go home!” I yelled back, sighing as he ran over with werewolf speed, “At least do what you came here for, sightseeing is just the side benefits.” He muttered, directing me to two giant gates. “This is Glacier Tribe's Fishery, where all our fish of all kinds are bred.” I walked in to see a huge pond and werewolves throwing feed into it. “That,” He starts, pointing to the giant pond, “Is where we breed the grown fishes.” I nod, there were grasses around and other ponds bounded by wood with bloated fishes inside.

Was that Riven? A majestic translucent golden wolf suddenly appeared out of nowhere and floated in the air towards Layla. The wolf was the size of a mountain lion, and it glowed brightly like a bonfire. A plume of golden light followed behind it as it hovered in the air above her, surrounding her with its golden light. "What is that?",Xavier frowned when the golden wolf stayed above Layla, preventing him from going closer to her. It didn't look like an ordinary animal. Meanwhile, Layla stared at the wolf as it hovered over her. The colour of the fur was unmistakable. Only one person had that fur.

A rarity among all of us. Our mate was in fact a Golden Wolf.

Swore wolves too large to be wolves stalked these trees. Evelyn whispered, "Please be normal wildlife. Please don't eat brides." Leaves rustled again—and then a shape emerged from between two firs. A huge wolf padded into the clearing. Not normal wildlife. Its fur was silver-black, glistening even in the dim light. Eyes gold, and uncomfortably intelligent. Its body was huge—larger than any wolf she’d ever seen in documentaries. Its gaze locked on her, sharp as a blade. Evelyn froze. She wanted to scream, but fear strangled her voice.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

The type of wolf spirit they possess determine their rank, it actually determines way more than that, it determines their whole lives. It determines the type of person they will become as well, and there are some wolf spirits that are on another level, the golden, the silver and the snow wolf spirit. Having a golden wolf spirit symbolises the rage of the moon goddess, they are angry wolves by nature and are very hot-tempered so when they’re mad, they burn…like the golden ray of the sun. Kayla hate gating mad because once she does, people get hot.