Little Wolf Book Novels & Stories

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

Maybe it was why he stripped me of my position as his rightful heir. I was too weak to be Kai’s Luna and unworthy of being Chloe’s twin. I understood everything that was happening. I just didn’t want to admit that my family had forsaken me because of my wolf — or rather, the absence of it. Maybe if I had a wolf, we would have still been the perfect and genuinely happy family. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone’s hands on my back. I turned around and saw Ivy, giving me a comforting hug. “Everything will be okay very soon. Your wolf will be awakened and you’ll understand that it was worth the wait.”

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

“I think he is perhaps mixed with black leopard—humans call them panthers.” Jessie managed to keep her mouth from falling open despite her shock. “Wouldn’t his hair be black? I mean, Valiant has orange-red hair similar to a lion. I met Flame and he has light red hair but he’s got the cat eyes. I could see that right off.” Breeze bit her lip. “I can’t discuss this with you, Jessie.” “Why not?” Breeze hesitated again but blew out a breath. “You are a friend to us and save our

As I read the first lines, I began to understand why it had been pushed away and left unseen. The writing was hard to read and very old. The words were strange, and the pages were filled with old signs and markings that were not easy to understand. Even so, as I read more carefully, I found parts that spoke clearly to what I was facing. The book explained the beginning of an ancient wolf. It told the story of a golden wolf and where it came from.

I placed my palms against the cover and let the warmth seep into my skin. I smelled the scent of old books before I looked down. I was staring down at the first page in my own book, reading that ominous warning for the second time. ‘Please don’t let this be too far.’ My wolf murmured in my mind. ‘You’re supposed to be the fearless of the two of us.’ I reminded her quietly. ‘There’s fearlessness, and then there’s stupidity.’ She snarled back, “Wolves are not stupid creatures.’ ‘Nor are you humble.’ I grunted, flipping to the second page of my book.

"Do you remember his name? Well, if it's not indiscreet." "Hmm 'Sullivan' something like that, but I can check in the register if you want." Derrick proposed "No need, thank you." So Nate had been here. I looked at the book in question and the title immediately sharpened my curiosity. 'The Wolves of Newcastle.' "An old book. The author tells inside his experience with a pack of wolves. But we never really knew which category to classify his book." He said "And why is that?" Leafing through the document "Several years after the book was published, he confessed in a conference that this work was based on real events. That nothing was fictional. He had said, I quote, 'They are among us, taking

Edwin notices a book in one of the corner and it was so hidden and he was so curious to know what he it carried. He slowly goes to the corner and grabs it, it was tied with a leather rope and this meant that it was so special. He opened it slowly and cleaned the dust out of it. It was an ancient book that contains diagrams and illustrations about the wolf community and special skills they owned and how to attain them. It seems to be a very exciting book since for a wolf member to realise his special ability you was to use this special guide book that was written by their ancestors. It was a very special book end it was used mostly during practices bye the wolf community only.

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath against my neck, ‘Everett…’ ‘The Wolf’s Legacy,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘What?’ ‘That’s what the book is called. It was my favourite book growing up, but if anyone asks, it’s The Alpha’s Roar, okay?’ Moving his hand off of my waist, I turned to face him, blinking multiple times to ensure my tears had dissipated away, ‘Why lie about your favourite book?’

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow