Little Wolf Book Novels & Stories

A small sprig of moonpetal flowers. I untie the thread, and the parchment unfurls. My mother’s handwriting spills across the page in elegant, curling strokes. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes. I read. ‘Aria, my little wolf: If you are reading this, then the path you walk has led you to the place I feared most, and the place I knew you would one day reach.’ My chest tightens painfully as I continue to read. ‘I have seen the Game. I have seen the goddess. I have seen the way fate twists itself around certain children, those born with too much strength, too much heart, too much destiny in their bones.’

“He always will.” The black one raised a hand. And the clearing changed. The sky dimmed. The trees groaned. The world went wrong. > Then you will face what we gave you. Not in dreams. Not in fragments. In full. The arch split open. And something walked through. The wolf. But not his. Not the one that shared his blood. The first. Older than packs. Older than words. Its fur shimmered like molten gold and void. Its breath turned grass to ash.

TRINITY The books Alpha Nader had given me were thicker than I expected, their cracked spines and yellowed pages holding the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I carefully turned the pages of the first book, The Myths of the Lunar Wolves, my fingers brushing over the faded ink. The white wolf. Its image was sketched across one of the pages—a regal creature with fur like snow and eyes that burned like molten amber. The description beneath it told of its rarity, its power, and its connection to the moon goddess herself.

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 didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

There were small cottages at the sides and few market tents that sold authentic West Mountains’ indigenous carved jewelries and weaved clothing. Werewolf pups are freely running around while their mothers in human form follow them from behind and smile at him. Entering the backdoor at a black with red accented building and passed through the kitchen glass walls. Luke hears what his co-workers said on the other side. “Snow white has arrived, everyone!” “Really? Wait?! Where is he?!” “Can I go out and touch his fur then come back again?” “No! You’ll bring fur inside the kitchen. Do it later. After the service.”

I take a deep breath in, feeling my heartrate slow as I exhale. “Cassidy’s wolf’s name is Nina. Now Nina is a special kind of wolf. Some of you are already aware of Cassidy and Nina, some of you are aware of our history and the mythology surrounding it.” The crowd starts to chatter, theorising what Alpha is talking about. He holds his hand up and they fall silent. “Nina is an Elemental wolf.”

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

All of it. I pressed my hand against the cabin door. The wood was rough, familiar. Inside, I kept supplies. Medicine. Food. Books my father would burn if he found them. This was my secret. My rebellion. The only thing in my life that was mine. The wind shifted. Blood. Fresh blood. Close. My wolf surged forward, alert. Someone was hurt. Someone was on our land. I should run back. Alert the patrol. But something pulled me forward. Something that made my heart race and my wolf pace anxiously inside my chest.