Hoodwinked Wolf Grandma Novels & Stories

“And my great-great-grandmother, who is one of the most senior she-wolves of this pack has been very worried about my welfare.” Centenarian wolves were honorary within packs. Esme’s great-great-grandmother, Bette, recently celebrated her one-hundred-and-fiftieth birthday and was a close friend of my own. Naturally, she’d expect that I would graciously consider the petition. Had she not been an ex, it would have been approved. Having her back was risky. So, I won’t override my decree, not for her. I loved the peaceful sanctuary of my home very much. It was worth preserving.

Looking at the agility and fighting skill, I instantly recognized him: alpha Alexander, the man I was here to kill! "Retreat!" I heard uncle David shout through the earpiece, but I ignored his words, taking out an arrow and aiming it at the wolf, who was busy biting and decapitating my family. I pulled and shot the arrow, but, unfortunately, the wolf moved its head out of the way, and the arrow hit the tree an inch away from the wolf. The wolf, who had been busy chewing up Gavin, spat out his shoe and growled menacingly, followed by jumping on me.

We hurried out and went to join Karen's group. We got to the venue, and Karen jumped on me and kissed me fiercely. She was so excited, and I wondered where the excitement was coming from. "You should have seen you girl, men, she took out six wolves. The crazy part was when she killed four that were hiding with her eyes closed. Men this girl reminds me of the legends about the Hunters." Danjuma said with so much admiration for Karen, and I realised that there was no hex. "Where is he?" I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon.

“It was an excellent trick, though. Quite the thrill.” “Thanks.” I chuckle and turn my head back to the road in front of me only to find three enormous wolves are running toward me full speed. “Grandpa Hurricane?” My heart clenches. “That’s our grandfather?” She perks up. “Who are his companions?” “Oh, shit.” My heart clenches. “It’s Grammy Aster? Paragon, Grandma saw the trick.” “Oh, shit.” Paragon echoes my curse. “Now what? I don’t want to be skinned.”

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

“I.” I watch bewildered as she removes the knife and smears the blood on her forehead. Then she lies down and starts chanting again. The wolf thrashes about and then pounces on grandma, pinning her to the ground, but she never stops chanting the spell. He hovers his mouth above her, then opens his jaw and sinks his teeth into her neck. Grandma cries out, then settles down as her pupil changes to jet black. “Grandma,” I rush to her side and drop to my knees and grab her when suddenly something hits me.

’ I told her with a smile. Grandma sighs, ‘You look like you fought a ghost last night.’ She said and I giggled at the closeness. ‘Well, not a ghost but maybe a Wolf.’ I said Grandma wrinkled her eyebrows at me at first and then when she realized that I was serious, she gasped wide eyed. ‘Not exactly fought too..’ I said and then I proceeded to tell Grandma about my encounter with the large dark wolf. ‘Well one thing I know is that that is definitely not Alpha X and I don’t think they were trying to eat you.’ Grandma said giving me a wink. ‘But he might have been trying to scare you a little and he got a kick for it.’

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

The Wolf People Clan are the only family I have, and to stay break that bond would mean I am nothing but an orphan. My grandma's voice echoes to me on the peaks of the great mountain tops. When the wind sings with the howling wolves, there my grandmother also sings. Her lullabies are in my memories when the owl hoots his tune for the moon. My life is musical, which is why I am comfortable dancing with the wolf people. Their footsteps are my dance. The pack is one, and my heartbeat dances with them and follows them. The fires they dance with at night ignite their culture, and I honor my grandma's memory with their music, dance, and legends. Grandma may have feared the Wolf People Clan, but sh

“Not yet, V left me a note about where to find the common areas, but this place is so big that I think I’d need a map.” “Well, you’re in luck. You just got yourself one, and she’s an interactive version, too!” Di announced as they both laughed. “Follow me. You’ll love our chef’s cooking for sure!” And, as Diwa herded her friend and her kids further into the house, she suddenly paused as a familiar feeling swept through her. The she-wolf glanced back, trying to look for something she’s unsure of finding. Opal? I’m uncertain about it, Di, since you haven’t been to the packhouse for so long…