Golden Wolfish Novels & Stories

I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked

I replied, staring at him intently. “A goddess wolf is a descendant who comes once in every million years. They are beautiful wolves with unique powers and appearance, mainly their white furs and additional ring of fire around their heads, made of another color. The last one to be seen was said to have a blue color around her neck. This is all I know, good night.” He replied and turned around. I scoffed. “Goodnight? Is this some joke, Alpha? You just told me I’m a damn goddess wolf and you expect me to believe your lie?” I demanded and he scoffed.

Heavy breaths escaped in puffs of white clouds, saliva dripping from their maws. Golden eyes searched up and down the length of the river almost desperately until they spotted a dark silhouette bobbing for dear life along the river’s surface. The two watched as the very same silhouette slammed into one of the many infamous boulders embedded in the river’s bed. With pain in his heart the golden-eyed, ash-colored wolf stood frozen as they watched the small body propel up and out of the water, over the wet, ice-covered rock, and back down into the raging tidal waves.

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.

*** As soon as Troy’s wolf, a beautiful golden-furred wolf fully formed, Philip shifted into his big grey alpha wolf. The alpha wolf just stood over the clearly exhausted new wolf and stared at it. He’d never seen a more strikingly beautiful wolf. Gold was one of the rare and admired colours when it came to wolves. And Philip felt so proud that his mate was one of such. In fact, he felt so much joy and pride that he threw his head back and let out a howl that was so loud it could be heard from miles away. Anyone who heard the howl could tell the alpha had found something precious. Any smart person could easily crack the code…codes. Unfortunately, most werewolves were smart.

Wells skimmed through my expression and continued to explain the norms of this world. "Werewolves possessed enhanced senses. In the human perspective, only five senses are known, but not werewolves. Our kind is blessed by the Moon Goddess; a sixth sense to communicate with the mind and another with your wolf," I thought that was his brief explanation, not until he trailed further which I absolutely do not dislike. "—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas,"

The year following the tablets was the year everything that had been building finally found its form. The hybrid wolf identification work expanded across all five territories. Finn's Silvermoon network became the primary coordination point for finding and contacting the thirty-one wolves Obsidian had documented and the additional thirty-two that subsequent searching had identified. Sixty-three wolves across the western territories who had been living with a configuration they had no language for, classified as inconsistent or unstable or problematic by the packs that did not understand what they were carrying.

“I assure you, Alpha, she is not wolf-less. She has a wolf, but not a typical wolf.” “Okay. What kind of wolf?” “Currently, she has a hibernating wolf. They are rare. They are protected and they are important.” She explained with her soft smile. “Is there anything that we need to do for her?” Celeste asked. She is the Gelert. The priestess answered through the mind link as she shook her head. “Will you please give her this?” She handed over a black velvet bag. Wyatt peaked inside and saw a silver necklace with a yellow crystal topped with a pewter wolf amulet. “When it occurs, it will lessen the pain of the shift.”

Then the ludicrousness of her thought popped up and she locked eyes with him again. "Stop using that voice on me." "For being so young and so new, you really are quite strong. I think you're going to make a fine addition around here. Lesser wolves can't speak to me that way." "That's a horrible way to talk about your pack." "It's not horrible if it's the truth." James shrugged. "All wolves are not created equal." "Then what makes me so special?" "If there were a rhyme or reason I would tell you. Strong genes?"

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst