Golden Wolfish Novels & Stories

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

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.

Cerridwen did the only thing she could and made her human shift ignoring her cry of agony as her bones cracked and reformed her into her Wolf, and Cerridwen did not hesitate, she knew that Melody's cry of pain had alerted the males. When the two huge males trotted into the cave and were met by a snarling Golden Wolf standing tall her stunning fur glittering in the late evening sunshine. They stopped taken aback by her beauty, ‘Fuck me brother, she’s one of those extremely rare Golden's, I've only every heard of them I have never seen one.’

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.”