Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

“No. I have sworn to myself that I would serve both Young Masters, and that includes protecting them from… spies whenever possible.” “Hm, but I will still report to Master Alexander about this. I could at least confirm that Nicodemus’ visitor is actually a werewolf.” There was no escaping the keen senses of a fellow. “I was going to try and convince you to leave this development alone, but that would be me forgetting that you are loyal to your master.” “And you, for one, are also eager to support the Woodman cause. I doubt that you would try to stop them from knowing something that would help it move forward.”

The wolf stops and returns to her side. John and Trip come into the office. The wolf growls at them. It is inching closer to both of them. Is she going to let the wolf attack them? “Kate, do something. That thing will kill them both,” I plead with her. "Stop! Not yet!" Kate yells at the wolf. The wolf obeys her. I think I understand now. Kate controls these wolves. These imperials are from the imperial spiritual realm. She is dangerous when upset. They feed off of her.

“Speak!” The wolf continued to stare at Yoren before finally responding. “You are my master, Alpha.” Yoren froze instantly. Confusion immediately spread across his face. “What did you say?” “You are my master, Alpha,” the wolf repeated, lowering its head slightly. “You are the owner of this power.” Yoren frowned. “What do you mean?” “You defeated me,” the wolf replied calmly. “For the first time, you truly defeated me.” Yoren fell silent. He was still confused. “If I truly defeated you,” he said uncertainly, “then why are you perfectly fine?” He examined the wolf's body. “You're not injured at all.”

The Grandmaster lowered his head in shame. Others were very surprised to find that this snake didn't die even after taking a blow from a half Human King. Its defensive power was really terrifying. If a Grandmaster took such a blow from a Human King, he would die. Thus, if it weren't for Chu Xun, the snake would have pierced the Grandmaster's throat. Seeing what had happened to the Grandmaster, everyone became extremely careful. "Roar...!" A giant wolf suddenly blocked their way. It was three meters long and had a sharp mouth and fangs. The strange thing about the wolf was that it was red all over its body. It was the first time for them to see a red wolf.

Tyler gagged but didn’t break eye contact. He strolled down the line of his captives, the cavern echoing with the metallic scrape of his boots. Shackles clinked as the three men strained against them, their eyes burning with fury, their wolves snarling just beneath the surface. “Look at you,” the Master drawled, his voice a velvet sneer. He stopped in front of Gunner, lifting his chin with one clawed finger. “The mighty wolf, tethered like a dog on a chain. Do you hear her, boy? The way she screams for you in the night?” His smile sharpened. “Music to my ears.”

Headmaster Valdren Dwayne stood at the top of the grand staircase. He was impossible to miss, with silver-gray hair falling to his shoulders and his skin the rich color of caramel. But it was his eyes that commanded attention. Pure molten gold. It was said that he hailed directly from the ancestral line of the first primordial wolf. He wore traditional ceremonial robes rather than modern formal wear, and somehow that made him seem even more formidable. The crowd parted instinctively as he descended the stairs. My father, Marcus Ashen stepped forward with my mother at his side. The most powerful wolf family in the north, bowing to this man.

“I see. So. Why did you want me?” “Aiden was asking if we had heard of something called a Master Werewolf, Ava,” Russel says. “Do you remember anything, or can you find anything in the records?” “What’s a Master Werewolf?” Ava asks. “That’s what I’m asking,” I sigh. “Maybe it’s called something else. That’s the name the vampires use. Immune to silver, immune to vampire abilities, can’t be Turned, able to talk to any werewolf with something like a Pack link.”

“But… there’s just one mage and lots of wolves.” He nodded. “Historically speaking, mages often have relationships with more than one wolf in her pack, sometimes all of them.” Now, my eyebrows darted up so high, they almost left my forehead. “You mean relationship-relationships?” Ben nodded. “That’s not always the case. Your grandma was very loyal to your grandfather.” My mouth dropped open. “Wait--Grandp was a shifter?” “Yes.”