Legend Of The Blue Wolf Novels & Stories

Like I had aged in the span of just a few hours. “Did you talk to Lucas’ wolf?” I ask Blue, remembering that he had made contact with her yesterday. She sighs. “Yeah, his name is Leo. I honestly don’t know what to think. I mean I do feel the bond but it’s not that strong so I don’t know whether to trust in it or not” I nod my head. I understand her. It was the same thing with Lucas. I did feel some kind of pull towards him. It was subtle but still there nonetheless. I just didn’t know whether to trust in it.

“Amerie. Listen to me. You said that Matt said he saw a wolf and then a man?” She nodded and he motioned for her to sit. Tyler continued, “This wasn’t a wild animal attack. There’s a legend in this area that dates back to the Native Americans. A white wolf three times the size as normal wolves that can change into a man.” Amerie blinked, but held her tongue.

I didn't know why that was happening because that never happened to me when I used to escape from my pack. I jerked my head at my mother-in-law, searching for the answers in her eyes but she held the same confusion building in her eyes like mine. We were utterly confused. "Eve? Are you okay?" I asked, crouching down to her. She shook her head, slowly. I licked my lips in thought, raising my hand. "Do you need a slap or something?" My mother-in-law slapped her forehead instead, shaking her head in disappointment. She looked at me, her eyes flickering from brown to blue, which I assume was her wolf's eyes but shouldn't it be silver since her wolf name is silver?

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

She forewarned with a lopsided smile that exuded only evil. My whole system was turning down. My gaze roamed around, and I felt my wolf dying in agony. My life was leaving me as excruciating pain took over my heart. The Blue Moon was the head of the Northern American Packs. We ruled the others. Dad and Mom had built the pack to become one of the greatest.

Opposite. The thought anchors itself, and I let it guide me. Slowly, a vision takes shape. A sleek, white wolf, smaller but no less striking. Its coat is bright as snow, shimmering faintly under moonlight. Its eyes—what colour would they be? Not gold. Something softer, more… mine. I picture them as a deep, piercing blue. Yes, blue. Like his human eyes. A strange warmth fills me, spreading through my chest as the image solidifies. My wolf. A white wolf with blue eyes. It feels foreign yet familiar, like something I’ve always known but never named.

This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible. Blair takes flight and flies over them, getting Ghost's attention just like she hoped she would. While Blair is busy taking blasts from Ghosts and breathing fire at him like a fucking dragon, I face off with Liam and Sage. Liam is a large brown wolf with some hints of black in his fur. Meanwhile, Sage is a small to medium red wolf with hints of brown in her fur. Sasha is bigger than both, but size doesn’t always matter with our kind.

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....

I would have killed her for a long time if Allison wasn't using her mating bond to connect to Jaylen. "That would be easy," I said casually. Liza shook her head at me. "Don't be so boastful. She's not just an ordinary rare wolf as you think. She's there to guide him to his mission". " Mission? What mission?" I rushed out. I didn't know that there's a mission. If not I would have been more prepared. "I don't really know but according to legend, the appearance of a blue wolf is to support a mission. Jaylen then must definitely have a mission" she explained.

The question didn't sound right, and I knew I had messed up, but Cameron overlooked it as he started to speak. "All wolves are born with blue eyes, and then they change when they gain their wolf. I've never heard of a wolf whose eyes are blue. Well, except for one legend." He said, I looked at him with eager eyes, and he softly smiled. But that smile didn't reach his eyes. "The Grand Alpha, his eyes were as blue as the sky, and his wolf was as dark as a shadow. They say he was the grandest of fighters. Never losing a battle, his strength was unbeatable. He was so strong that wolves believed he turned to the witches and sold his soul for that power. He was kicked out of his pack and was force