Guardian Wolf Novels & Stories

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

The legacy of their triumphs would forever be etched into the annals of wolf history, a testament to the power of unity, compassion, and the indomitable spirit of Jewel, the Wolf Guardian. The seasons passed, and Jewel's influence continued to grow. The Guardians of the Wild became a formidable force, known and respected by wolves and other creatures alike. Their reputation as fair arbiters and protectors of the weak spread far and wide. Jewel's leadership attracted not only wolves but individuals from different species who shared their vision of a harmonious world. Together, they formed a diverse coalition, united by a common goal: to create a sanctuary where all creatures could coexist pea

“Leave him be Cleo. This is hard for him. There’s still so much you don’t understand.” “Like what? If you don’t tell me, how am I supposed to know.” “There is only ever one guardian wolf at a time.” “But what does that have to do with his mum?” “Because Athena’s wolf was a guardian. Which means the chances of your daughter being one were slim. They are the rarest of the rare when it comes to wolves. For your pup to be a guardian, and one that can shift before the age of eighteen at that means she is the most powerful by far. It also means her wolf was Athena’s wolf. There’s a good chance she may still retain some of those memories. Over the years they fade awa

I grabbed the black wolf's fur, holding him firmly in place while maintaining my werewolf form. “Well, well, this opponent seems interesting,” growled the beast in my mind, excited. “How dare you enter my domain, stray wolves!” The guardian approached slowly; his paw was larger than our heads, and the monster was colossal. “Guardian…” Lambert began to speak. “Let us pass; I have fulfilled my penance long enough at this gate of wrath!” Sniffing the environment in front of the dark gate, the supernatural beast rose—a colossal wolf. Its fur had a rust hue, and its eyes, burning with furious flames, glowed as it attentively observed us with sharp fangs exposed.

It had to be the mention of his father. Catherine continued. “The guardian wolves were the protector of the red wolves. They were built to be the most powerful and strongest of all wolves. They were more powerful than any Alpha. During the time of the red wolves, there were around 100 guardian wolves. Typically, about ten guardian wolves protected each red wolf. Before they started killing off the red wolves, they started killing off the guardian wolves. By the time the last red wolf was killed, only about five guardian wolves remained alive.” Catherine looked over at Callan, taking a deep breath before she continued.

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

I’d be in the hallway, curled into a ball, or hiding in my closet. She never yelled. She never told me to stop crying. She would just kneel in front of me and pull out the carved wooden wolf from her pocket. I don’t know where she got it. She never said. “This,” she’d whisper, placing it gently in my hands, “is your guardian. He’s not strong because of his fangs or his claws. He’s strong because he survives. Because he keeps going. Even when he’s scared.” I held that damn thing like it was magic. Because when I couldn’t protect myself, when she couldn’t protect me from my father, at least the wolf was there.

He shrugged, and then continued. “The white wolf is guardian of the East. He said it was imbued with the true spirit of the wolf. Here,” he said, his fingers tracing the arrows, “these are for protection. You need to find a home for it. Traditionally they would be kept in open-fronted ceramic pots, but anything that lets the wolf come and go will work. It should feel safe and at home, and you should bond it with, Ari. Speak with it daily. It should take you on a journey, deep into the past and forwards into the future. It is a pathfinder, and will take you along with it, offering new ideas and wisdom. It is also said to represent loyalty and dedication, but this is balanced with independence

“This man cared about the forest and its creatures. I gifted him a spark of my power along with a long life. Part of my power allowed him to shift into a large, white wolf. The Great Wolf, and truly a great man. I remained on earth for two more years as the two of us drove away vile beasts that did not belong. When I had to return home, I had full faith in the man I had chosen to protect my forest. The other animals feared and respected him.” The water showed an image of the Great Wolf atop a large rock, it’s peak just above the treetops. The wolf looked out over the forest, a soft breeze rustling his fur and making it shine with gold from the sun. The image quickly shifted into a familiar,