Golden Wolfish Novels & Stories

She spoke confidently. Just then I turn to the ring as the next fight was announced. The wolf from Riverbend steps out he was a large wolf probably of high rank. It wasn’t until the component from Golden Moon and Dark Skies was called out that their pack erupted in cheers as the rest of us sat staring. It was a small she-wolf only reaching the shoulder of her opponent but absolutely gorgeous, her fur this grey blue color and it looked so soft I couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like. Her tips of her ears and paws were the darkest black I had ever seen and she had a patch over her chest shaped like a heart that was almost an iridescent white color. The she-wolves eyes were like nothing I

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

He was allowed to make himself scarce. I had fun getting ready. Elisabeth was phenomenal. She made me look so gorgeous. I couldn't recognise myself in the mirror. She did observe my eyes and did not fail to comment. "When we met, your eyes were brown with specks of gold, but now they are golden," she observed. " It that unheard of?" I asked. " Well, yes, the colour of our eyes often but not always indicates the colour of our wolf, and I have never heard of a golden wolf before, except for Spirit wolves, and they dont mingle," she pointed out.

she confessed, and I was stunned. All this while I had believed Sam was the only alpha spirit wolf. In fact, it is written in history that there can only be one golden wolf at a time. Why was this man a golden wolf too? " His wolf colour is white gold," I stated, and she nodded. " Yes, Alex, Helena says he is a golden wolf too, and he is a Moonchild." She confessed, and I looked at her in shock. " Does this mean you are not the only surviving Moonchild?" I asked her, and she nodded.

He has bright red eyes that are looking like they are out for blood. "As a matter of fact I did, you might have noticed they are quite easy to kill. These wolves have the same weak spots as we do. The throat, below the last rib, below the fourth rib where the heart is located, and the lower part of the stomach and silver. They like silver as much as we do. It burns right through their flesh. The only thing that makes them different is that they have wolfbane in their canines and claws and are immune to wolfsbane. They have an advantage."

"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?"

“We seek the Hydro-Node to break the Sequence! The Black Mountain is waking, and the sky is falling! We offer the Gold to those who have lived in the Dark for too long!” ​The lead Deep-Wolf—a massive creature with a tail like a leviathan and scars that glowed like neon across its flank—approached the glass. He didn't speak; he didn't have vocal cords for the air. Instead, he pressed a webbed, silver-clawed palm to the viewport, inches from my own hand.

I found a still pond near the center of the clearing, and I stopped at its edge. The wolf looking back at me from the water was not the wolf I had been in Ironveil. In Ironveil my coat had been dark grey. Omega grey. The color was the system used to mark rank from a distance so no one had to get close enough to read a brand. It was the color I had looked at my whole life in still water and puddles and once, memorably, in the glass front of a shop window during a shift that had gone sideways. The wolf in the pond was not dark grey.

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.

It was so strong it sent me flying back against the tree and I slid down onto my ass. I sat on the ground dazed until something cold and wet touched my face, nudging me. When my vision cleared, a beautiful dark gray wolf came into view. His golden eyes looked at me with concern, but I was too mesmerized with how beautiful he was. He was much darker than other Delta 1s. His darkest gray is charcoal, with hardly any white. There's a little below his chin slightly spreading onto his muzzle, and a little on his chest. Gray is mixed in with it so much that it barely looks white. His golden eyes stand out against his dark color, making them look like they are glowing.