Kessig Wolf Run Novels & Stories

His muzzle stroked my own and sparks danced on our skin when our fur touched. Rune and Darren shook us from our moment with a howl. They were waiting for us to start the run. Jake stroked the side of his wolf against mine and wrapped his tail gently around mine. It was only a moment, to coax me into chasing him. When I gave him a look, he let his tongue dart out, daring me. He took off suddenly, getting ahead of me quickly. I ran after Jake’s sandy coloured wolf. The moon chasing the sun, as our fur reflected in the shimmering light of the brightest stars in the firmament. I pushed myself and my wolf to catch him.

Kevyra supposed, walking out of the pack house. "If this is what he thinks, then I will get the sunflowers and return very quickly." Kevyra said and headed to the spring which was some metres away from the pack house. Kevyra switched into her wolf form and pronked into the pine forest that lead to the spring. The grey wolf vaulted forward in a graceful ten feet and continued that way. Everything blurred past her as she ran. The chilly wind slapped her face and her fur whipped over her body. Few minutes later she saw the thick air wall in front of her and she turned right.

The rogue wolf sprinted toward me. My body froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs refused to move. The creature’s yellow eyes burned with madness as it lunged, jaws wide enough to tear through bone. I braced for the impact. But it never came. A massive black shape slammed into the rogue mid-air. Kael. His wolf was even larger up close. Power rippled beneath his thick midnight fur as he tackled the rogue to the ground, his jaws snapping shut around its throat with brutal precision. The sound that followed was sharp and final.

The wolf began to wheeze and cough, the blood ran black and he looked up to the direction that Simmeon stood looking mortified, Simmeon then looked at me confused and I sent him a small wave and smile before mindlinking him ( check mate Simmeon ) his eyes opened wide and he ran off towards the lodgings no doubt about to check Turas room. Axel ran over and grabbed Turas wolf by the neck and held on as he whimpered and choked, the tellt ale sounds of bone breaking and rearranged to reveal his haggard and nude body who hurriedly tapped on Axels arm and Axel released the choke hold and help him up by the neck and roared in his face before once again throwing him out of the ring and he landed at

“All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.” Jai looked from the small beast to the biggest one in the room. The Koshi beast, as the little girl said, was the small one and from its features, Jai could guess that this one was made for speed or at least very agile. Olsen the moonwolf, was grey in color with white underside, and looked just like the smaller version of moonwolf that he had fought in the plains. Lastly, Hugo the Direwolf, was intimidating with its icy blue eyes. This one looked like a more terrifyi

The screams gave way to a low, continuous growl that vibrated through the very floor. Where Nate had been, a wolf now stood. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing Kieran had ever seen. Its fur was a silky, shimmering midnight blue, a color Kieran had never seen in any wolf, ever. White wolves were rare, legends whispered about them. But blue? It was unprecedented, a color stolen from the deep night sky just before true darkness fell. Yet, this breathtaking beauty was marred, as if the transformation had been stopped midway. Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue.

Tiffanye POV: We were at his packhouse in no time, we both got out of the car and ran to the front entrance. We heard the sounds of growling all over, we ran while running we both shifted into our wolves as we ran into the big field. There I notice three wolves trying to attack a woman and her pup, I immediately ran over and tackle all three at once. When we got fr enough I jump up right away, and so did the rouges. They circle around me, when they stood side by side, I can feel Jazebelle fuming in me.

He's the Alpha. One of the wolves — leaner than the others, its eyes a duller, more restless red — didn't bow. It paced at the edge of the clearing, and when it spoke, the sound crawled up out of its throat in the same broken half-human growl the black wolf had used. "We must take the girl. Before it's too late."

The other wolf started coming towards her, but Clara had no plans on starting any random hook ups. She waited until he was inches from her face before pouncing forward and taking off at full speed. She heard a low growl and could feel him on her heels. If wolves could laugh Clara would've let out a loud one. She wasn't much of a weightlifter or a fighter, but since joining here she exceled at running and much to her surprise enjoyed showing off. She slowed down a little, not wanting the chase to end yet. She felt the breath of the other wolf on her tail and kicked it up again. Pulling way in front of him. It was obvious the other wolf couldn't even compete with her.

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”