Legend Of The Blue Wolf Novels & Stories

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

- I ask - No, formerly yes. Currently, you may even have a prejudice against a wolf with blue eyes, or even green eyes, guarding something. For things like that, they prefer the bigger ones, yellow or orange, which they call "purest" because they are closer to red. - Pause - Which could be a mistake. In the old books, written by the ancestors, they say that the Primary colors identified the wolf's area of greatest activity: blue meant speed, yellow strength and red agility and intelligence, thus considered the power of leadership.

The half-bloods were once rogue and once pure-blooded wolves. How far back did this conspiracy go?

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

Nobody noticed as he walked down to the car port and turned the engine over. He made the forty-five-minute drive into Laramie, the whole time imagining the pummeling he would give Clara's pack member. For a while he debated on killing them, but he still needed a messenger. Sending a black and blue wolf would be enough to scare her into delaying a marking if that was what she had planned. When he came into town he spotted James and Marilyn parking the van. He kept out of view as they walked into a bar on the main street. Lucas pulled into a spot a few yards away and kept his eye on the door, waiting to spot the pack member. He couldn't believe his luck when down the street came the blond hair

Toward my father’s resurrection. Guards came from everywhere. We fought through them. Claws and teeth and desperation. Blood splattered the corrupted earth. Some was theirs. Some was ours. I lost track of who fell. Who died. I just kept moving forward. Kept pushing toward the centre. A massive wolf blocked our path. Bigger than any natural wolf. His eyes glowed blue. Another cursed bloodline. He roared a challenge. I met him head-on. Shifted into my silver form. The First Blood surged through me. We collided like thunder. He was strong but I was furious. I tore through him. Left him bleeding and broken and moved on.

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.