Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

He stood in front of it and his eyes shone dark Red, causing the other Wolves to fall back. This was an Alpha and they had to obey. He heaved a deep breath and ran back to the dark house. He looked around and the other two were already putting on their clothes. Seriously? What If I had gone berserk? Zach scoffed, glaring at the man. Master Adrian, where did you go. The Butler asked. The Master was not the type to go anywhere. It was nothing.. Put on some clothes. We're leaving. He said and walked out, leaving the men in disbelief.. T. B. C

Feral, male, and unforgiving, Maverick Grey was every bit as formidable as legend and legacy painted him to be. Isabella knew this from the moment the massive wolf stepped into his office. Her breath staggered at the power that rolled off him, filling the room with such thick masculine virility, she could have choked on it. But it was his eyes that were truly haunting, giving a glimpse of unspeakable violence, both seen and lived. The eyes of a warrior.

I struggled to see why but appreciated the compliment nonetheless. A cracking branch caught our attention. Caleb whipped around, already growling. “Whoa, it’s just me. No need to get agro,” one of Caleb’s wolves said. He had messy red hair and wasn’t quite as broad or muscular as Caleb. He was naked, though, so I quickly averted my gaze. “I expect my team to be stealthier, Jules,” Caleb said, his voice sharp and commanding. That shouldn’t be so sexy. Caleb moved in front of me, shielding me from the other wolf’s view.

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

Here was a lady, looking like she'd be in her fifties. “The Werewolf Master says, well done, he'll discuss it with the other Masters. I am the Master of Magic and Wizardry, don't ever make the mistake of calling me mistress, but let's forget about that, Now, you have to please me. Men!” The lady said calmly and all of a sudden, from each direction, men pounced on us, holding us down.

“But if she threatens the plan, she dies. Whether by shadow… or fire. And as for Eleanor, find a way to plant the seed of doubt in her heart. That way it'll be easy for us to control her thoughts and desires.” The spy nodded. “Understood.” “There’s more, isn’t there?” the Master drawled. The figure knelt deeper. “Yes. I listened to what I could. From their conversation, I heard she lost her wolf to a cause. It's not a natural occurrence, and they are trying to help me get back her wolf, which I assume will be impossible at the moment. She's not an omega weak wolf from birth…” The Master took a long drag of air, “spill” he ordered.

“By dawn, we’ll storm the safe house and finish them off. The Master wants it done cleanly.” The Master. My blood turned cold at the mention of him. He was the force behind all of this, the puppet master pulling the strings. And now, he had set his sights on the Mafian Wolf Pack. I clenched my fists, my claws digging into my palms. I had to act fast. But charging in blindly would be suicide. No matter how strong I have gotten, facing thousands of rogues would be a suicide mission. I needed information, something to give me an edge.

He drank it standing at the sink, staring through the window at the night sky where the moon was making its way higher and higher. This was going to be tricky. People were everywhere so he'd have to keep to the shadows. And Jamie? He hoped she didn't die of shock. He stripped off his clothes folded them and placed them on one of the kitchen chairs before stepping out the back door. Then, taking a deep breath, he cleared his mind of everything else and concentrated on becoming his wolf. His limbs stretched, the hair on his body grew longer and the shape of his body morphed into that of his wolf. In seconds he was on all fours, padding softly to the side of his house. He needed to run but firs

It let out a low whimper, almost like… it recognized its own blood. "Impossible!" Lyra screamed. "You should be completely subservient to the Master! Your soul has been devoured by shadow!" The giant wolf suddenly turned to Lyra, the blood-red in its eyes reasserting dominance, and let out a chilling growl. "Yes, that's it," Lyra immediately changed tactics. "Remember your mission, remember the Master's command. That child must be sacrificed, the Fissure must be fully opened!" The giant wolf seemed to be struggling internally, sometimes looking at me and Orion, a flicker of familiar light in its eyes; other times turning towards the rift, as if drawn by some call.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"