Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then I saw something shift in his expression—a realization, a certainty. His nostrils flared, and his eyes began to glow faintly. Slowly, he stepped forward and took my hand in his. He raised it high and turned to face the crowd. “My mate… is a white wolf!”

“If they’re hunting the Adele’s blood, they’ll go for him next.” Bram nodded once and left down the stairs. The wind cut across the stone. The moment he kissed returned in full force making us alone in this wind, warm and dangerous. I could feel my wolf leaning toward him even while the rest of me tried to pull away. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said. “The pack already calls me a witch. If the elders hear about this, they will use it against us.” “Let them.” Rowan’s voice was low. “I am already losing the kingdom. The army is at the pass. The mania is eating what’s left of my mind. The only thing that still feels real is this.”

The news had spread around that they had defeated the bandits called the black wolves, it seems like the bandits were powerful and always caused havoc wherever they went because everyone was happy at his victory. People cheered for them as they returned home,our mansion was the name in everybody's mouth, the black wolves must be very troublesome if people are reacting this way to the masters victory. The maids and the rest of the guards stood and cheered at the return of our master,the master rode majestically on his horse with his head held up high,the master was really powerful. A party was held for the safe return of the master.

Looking at the wolf who was sitting alertly at his feet he spoke," Did you hear that Blake? Even without you, I can make Crystal believe that her mate is out to harm her. All we need is her wolf's distrust and her human's pain at the betrayal and then I will have what I want." The wolf changed into a man, Blake Bloodshadow leaned naked in front of his master, his pose submissive and a far cry from the Alpha blood in his veins. Hesitantly he questioned," Master, I do not understand. You are the most powerful wizard. Your wolf is also very powerful. Why do you wish to do all this to acquire the wolf of a mere girl and that too based on a few prophecies?"

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

He snaps his fingers at Ravenna who quickly brings him another glass of whiskey. “What… What do you mean?” I couldn’t help but wonder how deep Master’s plans go? Master’s eyes glow and I can see his wolf at the surface. Wait… I thought he was a panther shifter?! “When you return to the Crystal Lake pack, you will see. Just plan to stay behind, keep your nose clean and find my heirloom. Dismissed.” He waved his hand at me, and I turned to leave. “Oh, before you go, I will have eyes on you. They know to kill on sight if you do anything against my word.” He didn’t look up from the papers that he was flipping through.

She smiled a little, Master was known for liking to be a clean wolf. "What can I help you with?" Master said as he leant on the wall. He was built, his chest visibly defined as he crossed his arms. Megan hesitated, distracted by his body. "Megan?" he asked again, this time sounding a little amused. And aroused. And relieved.

' 'I don't have one yet, you'll have to give me a name' 'Oh okay, before you started explaining you said something about you explaining this twice in your life time, what did you mean by that? 'You caught that, yeah I have explained it before... you are not my first master, my first master was a very powerful Luna... when she died I was in limbo for a century then the moon goddess wanted me to serve another master so she sent me to you' 'Why would she send a very respected wolf to me? Most wolves can kill a whole village if they will be given a white wolf, you are like the strongest kind of wolf ever and I am a nobody' I complained

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

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.