Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

Aleister POV As if I was floating, I watched the coolest looking black wolf running. Every time the light caught it, grey and silver shinned brightly. He’s the fastest wolf I’ve ever seen. Graceful, poised, everything a wolf would want to be. That’s me. I am that magnificent wolf. But who is that up ahead? The most beautiful golden wolf. Quickly big wolf, catch her. I was awoken from my delightful dream by the cold and wet feeling of water. Shooting up I growled and looked around until I was met with the laughing faces of Liam and Leon.

A subordinate wolf, mind linked to the other wolf on the far corner of the eastern borders of the Calyx pack. “What do you say master, is now the right time?” The wolf called Lucifer asked his master, who was standing beside him. They stood miles away from the pack and were the actual culprits who were staging the attack, but were not going to be part of it. “There actually never is, a right or wrong time Lucifer, it depends on the success of our efforts, however, this is just a mere warning anyway.” The master barked out a baleful laugh, already basking in amusement, at the chain of events that were about to unleash at his command.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

At that ancient age, could a miracle wolf still treat others? "Elder Peter, who exactly is this secret master of yours?" Jackson asks super skeptically. Peter snorts loudly through his nose. "That name is none of your pack concern, but my word guarantees that if my grand master cannot cure Supreme Alpha Mark, no wolf alive under the moon can."

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

He let out a loud scream, but it did nothing to stop my anger. My eyes darken as I allow my wolf to partly take control. “I will not ask again: who ordered you?!“ “I don't know! I swear!! We only receive information from our instructor. We have never seen him before. We don't even know his fucking name; we just call him Master.“ The rogue is now a stuttering mess who is not giving any new information, and that makes me clench my jaws.

Are you a rogue pack? I saw the wolf relax, and his snarling reduced. "Don't you have a lot of questions, Alpha Dorian? Who we are and who sent us is none of your concern. You are nowhere near worthy to know who our master is. He is much greater than you." "So, you are assassins?" I felt the circle close in on me. My brain was running in circles. I hadn't gotten much from these wolves, but I knew that their master was a male. But which male could want to harm my pack?

“That was not the master. The master wanted you. It was a wolf who wanted the pack to be ambushed, but I don’t know who!” I knew he was telling the truth. A wolf wanted my pack to be destroyed? Why? And who could it be? “Who is your master?” I asked finally. “His name is Gregory, and he is in the Dark Enchanted Forest.” I knew that was the most I was getting from the rogue. Gregory… I will find you and you will lead me to the wolf who was behind everything… I looked back at the rogue and as promised; I made his death a quick one.

The Master’s form shimmered between them, almost intangible, a ghost of energy and darkness. “Brave words for someone who just fed me the energy I needed,” the Master said, voice low, almost a whisper carried on the wind. “Do you see it now? Every step you’ve taken, every bond you’ve strengthened—it’s all been my design. The Sacrifice Game was just the beginning.” Wolf stepped forward, weapon drawn. “You’re insane! You’ve been using them—using all of us—to strengthen yourself?”

Realizing Amara was giving me control I tried to stand while shaking off the odd feeling of being in a completely different body. Let’s see what we look like, Amara. She walked over to the edge of the rock, looking down into the dark water. Peering back was a large white wolf with shining blue eyes. We are the Celestine wolf, Amara’s voice sounded in my head, now that you’ve completed the bond it will be easier for me to communicate with you. Before it was like being locked away behind a wall.