Irish Wolfhound Patronus Novels & Stories

Marking. Professor Fell approaches me. Studies my face. Smiles. "Callum Brennan. Excellent specimen." He pulls out magical tag. Attaches it to my chest. I can feel it burning through my shirt. "Wolf-001. Priority subject. High-value genetic material." I try to speak. Can't. Mouth won't move. Throat paralyzed. Fell moves to Cormac. Frozen three feet away. Fist also extended. We were killing each other when the spell hit. "Cormac Brennan. Alpha wolf. Also valuable." Fell tags him. "Wolf-002. Priority subject. Control study comparison with specimen 001."

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

It was a Chimera. I focused on the other figure. It was a large version of Custard when he transformed back into the woods. Only this other wolf was bigger. What's more weird about it is that this particular wolf had blue tattoos on it. Something tugged at the back of my head. I know this wolf. And something tells me from my connection with Custard that this wolf is....

“She even attracts a mythical wolf. This one is an Eclipser. The last of its kind was recorded a millennium ago.” He shook his head slowly, struggling to make sense of it. “No ordinary person could ever draw such a creature to their side. Yet here she is, clinging to it as if they were bound by fate.” The wolf, sensing his scrutiny, lifted its head and met Uriel’s gaze with eyes like twin eclipsed moons. There was no fear in them, only silent defiance—as if warning him not to come any closer. “Seriously—an Eclipser wolf and a mage who can wield water, fire, and earth? Just who are you truly, Althea?” Uriel muttered with a frown.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t realize Nate hadn’t informed you we’d arrived.” I rolled my shoulders to relieve some tension. Shifting back hadn’t been painful, and with the burst of magic, my wound had healed. But the tightness from stress remained. “Okay, but why was that necessary?” “Two wolves tried to attack you from behind.” She shrugged. “We were worried you might not sense them, and lifting you out of the way was the simplest choice.” She held out her hand. “I should introduce myself. My name is Iris, the high priestess of the Joseph pack’s coven, and these two ladies are my right hands.” She pointed at the woman with dark-bronze skin and dark curly hair to her left. “This is Louise

He likes to sleep on the omega's shoulder, and the Alpha was worried about this sudden attachment. The pup now smells like a mixture of coffee and Cedarwood. Irish's wolf is happy about that though. Irish's human side doesn't mind at all. "You have no idea what punishment I have to face if I fail this test. " Irish said as Aracelic started sucking on her finger. You would say that any other person would have felt disgusted by the pup's action, but Irish's find it cute. " Which punishment is cruel anyway. " Aaron rolled her eyes at the omega.

I sighed! Venturing into the lush green expanse that made up the training field, my eyes were drawn to a wolf of commanding stature in the midst of his solitary practice. Aiden, in his wolf form, was a spectacle to behold. He was a striking fusion of strength and grace, with a glossy coat of black-grey that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, dappled by the forest's soft shadows. His eyes, as strikingly blue as a clear summer sky, sparkled with an infectious zest for life that I had always admired.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

He pointed something out to Rhys who looked into the room at the Were and his new mate. Rhys read quietly out loud for the group to hear. "The silver wolf will topple the leader and mate with a blond panther with grey eyes." They all looked at Tracy and Konstantin. "It's all playing out the way your mate described it to you isn't it?" Alistair looked sideways at Guillame. "She was a panther." It wasn't a question, Alistair was sure. The Belgian Were smiled at the memory of his sweet Orsolya. "Yes, she was, with red hair, and a beautiful red coat. And Katy's panther will look exactly like her I am sure."

The second wolf makes me stop breathing for a full second. Silver. Not grey-silver or silver-black but pure, clean silver, the kind of coat that catches moonlight and throws it back brighter. She is Alpha-sized, broad-shouldered and tall, and she is standing with the kind of natural authority that can't be learned or performed. You either have it or you don't. I know those eyes. Grey, direct, slightly guarded. That is Iris. My wolf does not wait for me to process this. He surges forward so hard I feel it like a physical impact against the inside of my chest.