Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

The she-wolf got up not so briskly, spending precious seconds on it. Howl. And a new player on the field. New enemy or help? Dark gray skinned, it bristled and snarled before attacking. A jump - and now he repels the wolf from the she-wolf. He jumped to his feet and grappled with a new opponent. When the she-wolf pounced from behind, he released the first wolf and threw her aside. My two defenders again prepared to attack, but the stranger, bristling, retreated, and while there was an opportunity, he disappeared into the forest. He did not fight against two werewolves.

I took my bike and rode off to Babe’s house. A different part of me wanted me to go back and let Maj do what she wanted but another part knew it wasn't right. Babe doesn't deserve any of that. “STOP! STOP PLEASE” I stopped my bike behind a building as soon as I heard her pleas. The wolf was already dragging her. I stayed behind at the edge of the building and waited for the wolf to recognize my dominant aura. It didn't take long before it did. It stopped and bowed. I might not be the Alpha yet but I was the Alpha’s son. My command is power. I growled at the wolf and as Babe took off, the wolf also did. I didn't need to follow it, it will make its way back to me.

With trepidation, White Wolf viewed the surveillance footage on his phone, confirming the identity of his visitor to be Alexander, the legendary Temple Master Kane himself. "Why him?!" White Wolf shuddered, and his face was devoid of any color. He was a supreme grand martial and at the doorstep of the Lord of War realm. Still, he was no match against Alexander, whom even the Black Maple Master feared. Fear gripped White Wolf as he realized the potential and reputation of the visitor surpassing the ordinary Lord of War. "What should we do now?" The henchman noticed White Wolf turning pale, and he suggested that they escape via the secret passage. However, White Wolf was determined to defend h

If Orion did not build it, what wolf in the world could be that smart? Mireya looks totally lost. "Then, Mr Greyclaw, can you show us who this master warrior is?" Orion just lets out a tricky little laugh. "There is no need to show you." The funny thing is, the master wolf is standing right under their noses. But nobody would ever guess a male like me could do it. I leave them talking and walk around the giant hall to check the other weapon displays before I run back to Orion's side. As I get closer, I see Draven’s whole group is still blocking Orion.

Zane The Wolf Council is already seated, waiting for us. Katarina couldn’t have come home at a better time. If I hadn’t seen her, I’d have gone to the academy to get her. I notice Maik sits in the center. He’s the oldest wolf in Wolf Zone, the one everyone turns to for wisdom. He’s a custodian of our wolf traditions. He talks with the moon, or so they say. Some claim the moon goddess kissed him, blessing him with this rare gift. No wolf in the zone questions his prophecies.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

I always thought master was to handsome for this world, but now… I couldn’t help but think he is to handsome to even be a Greek God. I guess I really did invest my time making him one hell of a handsome character. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Master asked snapping his finger. I got snapped out of my thoughts, blinking my eyes rapidly. I coughed out embarrassed… “I wasn’t staring at you.” I lied through my teeth, staring at the portrait hanging loosely on the wall, behind my master. “That’s a lie, I caught you staring slave. Tell me what it is? Don’t you dare lie to your master.” He shakes his head pouting. Now he looks cute.

When I looked back at him, he seemed to understand the question in my eyes as he intertwined our fingers since we could finally stand side-by-side. "My mother was an alpha. Since my grandfather only had girls and she was the eldest, it fell to her. It was a first in history and she had all these ambitions. One of them was teaching newborn wolves to control their urges. Those who aren't born into it have a 'frenzy-phase', think of it like you haven't eaten in weeks, and suddenly the whole world is a buffet..." I winced at the comparison as he continued. "When she died, they had this boarded up under her resting place as a way to keep her memory alive while killing her attempts."

I commanded. The warlock seemed to notice that something bad was on the way. He looked panicked and said in a low voice in his mind, "Yes, Master. But how about Miss Lisa?" "Do you want her to come and watch?" I asked. "Sorry, Master," he whispered in his mind and said to the she-wolf, "Lisa, Master needs me to help him with something. Could you please stay here and wait for us?" The she-wolf looked confused and said, "Where are you going?"

"No Luka. Let me go get Jake. He can fight her. You can't risk damaging your wound further. You are needed for more than just one issue, alpha." Still eyeing the she-wolf, I nodded and stood my ground, still on the last few steps on the staircase, avoiding from having her get any further from where she stood. I kept growling at it, making myself look bigger but it was not scared at all like it didn't have a master. Its eyes were black like she was possessed and her fur was yellow-like, not soft-looking, but rougher just like the rouges.