Golden Wolfish Novels & Stories

Vivenne replied, rolling her eyes. “Good to hear,” Alfred said. “Because if you were, my opinion of you was about to plummet.” Olivia couldn’t take her eyes off Jonathan. She’d never seen a wolf so big, and she’d definitely never seen one with golden fur. “Is he…is he a wolf of gold?” she stuttered. She thought Wolves of Gold were only fairy tales, legends in the werewolf world that likely never existed. But here was Jonathan, super-sized and donning golden fur.

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

But to my surprise he almost laughs at my question as he simply answers, "She is a werewolf, my mate, my wife, a goddess and my future Luna." Elias smiles proudly as Chilli's wolf walks back towards him and hits him with her tail, "What?" He chuckles, looking down at her as he holds up his hands in defence, "you are," but his joyful expression subsides as Chilli shoots him a deadly look. "Okay, okay!' He gives into her before looking back to me and with a sigh, says, "Chilli is a red wolf."

I say before getting up from the table. I get up from the table placing my plate and glass cup in the sink. I turn to leave the kitchen and walk out the back door. I go behind a tree and strip my clothes off before shifting into my wolf. I shift and turn into my big light brown with dark hints of brown on the edges of my fur and big dark brown eyed wolf. My wolf's name is Zeus, I let Zeus take over and I retreat into the back of my mind clearing it letting Zeus run off stretching his legs into the moist grass and dirt.

The Frost Wolf and Golden knew nothing about that; the only goal of the Frost Wolf was to help Golden to become stronger and protect the little wolf. The little wolf was still too young even with a legacy it wouldn't be able to survive on its own, so the Frost Wolf chose Golden. Golden had avoided the bad part of the Frost Wolf Legacy thanks to the system, which changed the whole legacy to suit him the best. Originally, the legacy should have an ice perfect grade affinity, but the system converted it in water high-grade affinity. That way, Golden would have a very good affinity to any water spells, not only the ones in the ice section. For a Frost Wolf, that wouldn't be helpful because Frost

To the edge of her control. “We should expect visitors soon then,” Her father stated brightly. She flashed her teeth at him, elongated canines snapping against her straight teeth as her eyes flashed. Her beast just beneath the surface. Her father growled at her, snapping his head towards her as his eyes flashed to vivid gold. “I understand the wolf does not appreciate imposters but know your place. You doubt me in my old age,” He told her through sharpened teeth.

I whispered. As more wolves started to surround me, I heard a howl unlike the others. It was strong and protective. Looking up, I seen the golden wolf was still fighting but now an even bigger wolf stood over me. A beautiful colour of black with patches of grey. It let out a terrifying growl, making a few of the other wolves back off slightly. As it turned its head slightly, it looked to be looking me up and down and then I noticed something familiar in its eyes. Something I could have sworn I'd seen before.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

I pause, my eyes widening, finally getting a good look at it for the first time. It’s not just a simple mark—it’s intricate and detailed. A fierce black wolf, Elijah’s wolf, etched into my skin like a tattoo. The fur is ink-black, but what catches my breath is the wolf’s eyes—they glow gold, flickering almost like they’re alive, just like the painting. I gasp, stumbling back, touching it with trembling fingers. “No way…” The gold in the wolf’s eyes flickers like embers, sending a shiver down my spine.

The golden wolf looked powerful, its snout filled with large, sharp teeth, just as its black-clawed paws looked terrifying. In her life, Vione had never seen another golden wolf besides Usher. As far as she knew, there were not many werewolves in the shape of a golden wolf. The reason for this was that gold symbolized strength and greatness, so only the alphas were blessed with this gift. But not all Alphas were lucky, and Usher was one of the lucky ones. Vione would never forget the way the golden wolf looked at her. His gaze was calm and comforting, as if he promised to protect Vione no matter what. So, the only thing Vione felt when the golden wolf took her away was peace, the certainty t