Irish Wolfhound Patronus Novels & Stories

DAHLIA: “Tell me the truth, Albus…. You and that black wolf, you are both no ordinary wolves… You are from the Shadow Rune Pack, aren’t you?” The fur in the great white wolf’s body shook as if it was hit by an invisible arrow in the chest. He whimpered a bit in front of us, but he didn’t say anything more. Before Eva and I could repeat our question and hear the answer we longed to hear, a series of loud thumping sounds pulled us away from the Animal Spirit World and back into our human consciousness.

I had sat forward, elbows on my knees. “There was none, Alpha. I had them take me to where the wolf was seen, but there was no scent. What are you thinking? Tricks from witches? Rogue covering their scent?” I shook my head; I’d heard tales in the past, but it wasn’t something I was concerned I would need to face. “I’ve got some ideas. Nothing serious. I’ll investigate it. Thank you, Zaine.” He got up and left my office. A white wolf with glowing eyes. There was only one person in the pack to speak to about this. I mind linked her.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.

“I thought you trained with him?” “I do. In human form.” Cadoc draws me closer, his grip firm but not painful. He’s making a point, though, by making me feel small, and I’m reminded that he can do this—be calm and even one minute, cold and rigid the next. A shiver crawls down my back. “Darragh’s wolf is bronze and copper, like his eyes. He’s yay high.” Cadoc holds his hand level with my shoulder. “And he’s moon mad. If you see his wolf, run. The man isn’t inside.”

"I can smell your delicious scent." "I can smell yours but I thought I was imaging it. We're not eighteen yet, how do you know we're mates? we don't have our full wolves yet." She asked still wrapped in my arms against the tree. "I've had my wolf since I turned thirteen. Arros is his name. Danny are I are descendant of Cu Culainn the Irish warrior. Our wolves manifest early. I think deep down I knew you were my mate the moment I saw you Daphne." I muttered before kissing her again. She feverishly kissed me back before placing her palms on my chest and pushing me back.

Any lingering grief or fear was consumed by a bottomless well of rage. The bonfire in the center of the ceremonial grounds burned brightly. At this moment, Iris was bathed in a silvery, moon-like glow, transforming into a giant, pure white wolf. Her pure white fur and her blue eyes, glittering in the darkness, held everyone present in awe. "A gift from the Moon Goddess! It's the legendary sacred wolf form!" "A white wolf bloodline... we haven't seen one in a century! She's like the legendary Daughter of the Moon!"

Edira's Pov My name is Edira Vatroslava, and I am twenty-one years old and a hybrid. Which means that I am a witch and part wolf. My mom's family comes from a solid and old, pure bloodline of witches who can manage the fire element. We can do other spells as well, but the fire element is our base ground. My wolf's name is Aesira; she has red fur and is really fucking cool. Since I am a hybrid, she came through to me the first time I turned fifteen. Typically, your inner wolf would contact you around your tenth birthday.

This is the only way she could interact with them, properly teaching them how to defend themselves from humans who may seek out to destroy them. The human domain, despite drawing magic from other realms encompassing strange monsters and beasts that use magical abilities, have not yet encountered creatures such as these. Suriel took the wolves and settled down in the forest near the village of Kalda. She named these wolves Fenrir, Skoll, and Luna. Fenrir, who was the oldest of the three, has brown fur with peppered back fur covering his body and yellow eyes. Luna, the second oldest has pure white fur, rare even among normal wolves, as well as blue eyes. Skoll the youngest of the three has bla

The question rang in my head, an empty hollow feeling forming in my chest. Loud growls snapped me from my thoughts. Raising my head up, my jaw dropped to the ground, unable to believe the miracle I was witnessing. There Phoebe’s wolf stood, looking like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a large white wolf, its fiery red furs added more allure and uniqueness to it. Its violet eyes gave predatory chills, sending a shiver down my spine. Her wolf effortlessly tore through the vines that once squeezed life out of us. “Mate! Mate!” My wolf, Lucian, which had been silent, suddenly paced around happily, howling. The white wolf lunged at the emerging creatures, fighting with flawless v