Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

- I, as the alpha of the pack, on a mental level can call any wolf or she-wolf of my pack. - What about me? - No, Leah, neither I can hear your wolf, - he climbed a couple of steps, so that now our faces are on the same level, - and she does not hear my wolf. Thanks to this one,” he stretched his hand to my neck and, picking up the cord, pulled out my cross-artifact, “an amusing little thing. Maxim grabbed the cross and clenched it in his fist, at that moment I was as if scorched by heat, a ringing sounded in my head, as if a bell had been struck nearby.

the wolf with a violet fur said. "And still yet, this little boy here is your Master."

Ian replied. "You must find her, if you want her to return. Many women need to know that they are wanted and loved and one way to show them is to chase after them when they leave." Mikail’s expression changed to that of resolve. Ian smiled. That was the man he knew. Captain Mikail Tane did not easily admit defeat. Mikail ordered all but a small group of men into the forest to thin the wolf population and the few to strike the camp. He went into the woods with the group to thin the wolves. It would take his mind off of his pain to be able to be physically active.

The door was opened and her Master, still wearing black clothes, entered. He told her to follow him, they went straight to the room she was so anxious about. It was her second time being here. Previously he made her play a kitten which was embarrassing but let’s say harmless. This time she had a feeling it will be different. “Strip and sit on the bed Omega.” Arya followed her Master’s command. Master strolled to the wall and picked a pair of black handcuffs connected with a silver chain to a collar.

We're healing, right? If that means then he didn't put a permanent spell over it. He could, but why? Does he wants to change or this is a part of a plan too? "Give him a chance..." I couldn't decide since obviously my wolf would be yearning for his love along with me but this is a haste decision. I didn't spill anything out of his mouth. "We'll see if he is worthy of getting a second chance," I said to my wolf who didn't reply back.

"My humble wolf would be incredibly grateful for any wise advice your hands might share with my brush." One high-ranking city guest chimes in instantly, reciting his given lines with practiced ease, "Young Master Amara, a talented omega bloodline like your soul hardly needs standard pointers from the rest of us. Only Master Scott himself could take your incredible claws to the next level of the alliance."

I say before getting up from the table. I get up from the table placing my plate and glass cup in the sink. I turn to leave the kitchen and walk out the back door. I go behind a tree and strip my clothes off before shifting into my wolf. I shift and turn into my big light brown with dark hints of brown on the edges of my fur and big dark brown eyed wolf. My wolf's name is Zeus, I let Zeus take over and I retreat into the back of my mind clearing it letting Zeus run off stretching his legs into the moist grass and dirt.

Let's not talk about the past, I managed and returned to the moon and my friends. Kostya, that is, the Moon, a black fiery wolf in the body of a guy is my master. Each Inari must have a master whose wishes we fulfill, and a house that we actually guard. If all Inari choose their master intuitively, then I chose with my heart. I love my “mistress” to madness and the Moon reciprocates me. Yes, our love is not physical, although there was such a thing, but rather spiritual.