Jungle Book Wolf Novels & Stories

Shem read out, joining all the words to form a sentence. “Is this what I think it is?” Jake asked as he pointed at the final picture with the word Mate underneath. It was a drawing of the fire wolf, completely enveloped by its fire self. And it was surrounded by three wolves. One black with red eyes, the other a dark brown with gold eyes, the third white with blue streaks around it like a mist and blue eyes. The three wolves surrounded the fire wolf possessively, protectively. Like it was theirs. “Olive is the fire wolf,” Crusoe announced and cold chills ran down Wayne's spine.

He said walking through the vast site. The leader of the clan, walked to the last shelf and picked up a big black and gold book. On the cover was a huge dragon, written, legendary creatures, extinct and extant. Cassius handed it to the girls and said:" Good luck. Now the work is with the young." He laughed. Nayssa and Kyria looked at each other and smiled, they sat down on the large wooden table and sat down in the padded chairs. The book was really huge, with a thickness of 20cm. Nayssa began to flip through the pages. There were several creatures in that world besides wolves. And the similarity between them was the hatred for the werewolves who took their mother away from them.

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

His golden eyes, now reflecting the wisdom of an alpha wolf, looked at his pack mate with a grateful gaze before launching into a fast and powerful run. Owen's speed and agility as a wolf were impressive. He moved through the forest with a grace that only alpha wolves possessed. Each step was full of confidence and determination, as if he were claiming every inch of that territory as his own. With each beat of his heart, he felt the connection with Aragon grow stronger, and the feeling of freedom was intoxicating.

Vireya's POV I frowned, staring at the glowing words on the page. “‘Sacrifice and love’? How is that an answer?” I muttered, frustrated, closing the book halfway and turning to Zevarion. “Try asking something else,” he said gently. I inhaled slowly, then wrote in the book ‘How do I tame my wolf?’ A moment later, the response appeared in ink: ‘It is not yours to tame.’ I blinked, my brow furrowing even deeper. “It's not mine to tame? Is this book broken?” I huffed. “Maybe the magic in this land is messing with it.”

He looked at the book as though it were a complicated legal document. "Do you even know this story?" I whispered to him. "I know how to read." "That wasn't my question." His eyes narrowed slightly and I grinned. For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to argue. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard. "Read the story, Zara." I opened the book. It was a tale about a little wolf who was afraid to enter the forest because she believed every shadow concealed a monster. Eventually, she discovered that the forest was full of creatures who were frightened of the dark for different reasons, and together they learned to help one another.

"It was fun watching you making a fool of yourself." I rolled my eyes, blocking him. That's the only thing I can do. I would've really punched him if he were a person. "That would be like punching yourself. Remember, we share the same body." I thought I blocked him. Guess I didn't. He owns my consciousness so... this wolf doesn't go by rules. I clapped hands to get their attention, "Alright, werewolves. I have something to tell you all." Janice gasped, "Wait, you really are constipated?"

My wolf enjoyed my sessions with her, but it would have been much better if he was in control sometimes. Genevieve was a great temptation because here she was, a wolf. We wouldn't need to be careful with her, and my Wolf needed that. I didn't want to do this, and my wolf was against me for the first time. Something about what she had on confused and controlled him. If I fought him for too long, I would snap.

'I'm Rudina, your wolf,' a voice sounded in my head. Fright thrilled me. Before I could ask, A black wolf closed up on me. I instantly recognized it. 'Jade,' I said through mindlink. I couldn't open my mouth to speak. Even if I tried, all I kept hearing was a growl. 'I'm Navajo, Jade's wolf.' I turned to face him. His red eyes were the only thing I recognized from the beast. Jade's wolf Navajo was very scary. 'Care for a run?' He asked.