Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

~ JESSE ~ When Casimir had used the word “Cleric” I’d imagined some stuffy old man in a suit with a black collar—like a priest. Instead, the man—wolf—who showed up was young, handsome, and vital. I couldn’t have picked him out of the guards if they’d lined up. Maybe all the wolves were like that? Big, strong, hot? I’d heard the legends about women having wolf-lovers before, but again, it was always a whispered story at a sleepover, or someone’s fantasy fiction. A naughty, forbidden kind of story. Never something I’d taken seriously.

I was making him, an Alpha King who ruled tens of thousands of wolves, call a human woman ‘master’? In the past, I would already be dead. However, now… "Master..." He said it earnestly, the final syllable rising with a husky rasp. It did not sound like submission. It sounded like pillow talk. My ears tingled, and half my body went weak. This wolf was too skilled. I avoided his burning gaze and removed the bite-prevention muzzle from his neck. There was a click, and the black leather mask fell to the floor, revealing his sharp jawline and pale lips.

Probably black magic or silver. I frown as I try to reach his wolf in vain. He is a werewolf but his wolf feels weak. Almost as if he is dying. Why is he scruffy like this and who is his master? Why on earth would his master treat him like trash? All these questions, I have no answers for these, but I hope I will be able to talk to him once we start fighting.

However, the next moment everyone was in for a heart thumping surprise ! Ty pushed off the wolf with a green mystical shield that he generated from his hands and it was not just a push that the wolf got. He fell to permanent sleep after he crashed badly into a sharp boulder. “He is using his Dragon’s spirit energy. If he really said Xador is the Master of these possessed wolves then there is no other way to defeat them,” Aunt Nyssa said. Aunt Nyssa has been the royal Seer of our pack ever since I and my siblings were born.

However, the next moment everyone was in for a heart thumping surprise ! Ty pushed off the wolf with a green mystical shield that he generated from his hands and it was not just a push that the wolf got. He fell to permanent sleep after he crashed badly into a sharp boulder. “He is using his Dragon’s spirit energy. If he really said Xador is the Master of these possessed wolves then there is no other way to defeat them,” Aunt Nyssa said. Aunt Nyssa has been the royal Seer of our pack ever since I and my siblings were born.

, I said, trying to sound so convincing - let's just skip the part where Ariel used her powers against them. He absorbed the whole information, taking it in and processing it. After being in his head for about four minutes, he finally spoke up. " If the Maester is truly aware, he might have you killed on sight. Dr Harrell was a very important asset to him and now that he is gone, he probably stands no chance against the werewolves, and he will surely take out his anger on someone, and that someone will most probably be you, although given the dire situation he might just do the unthinkable", his last statement was more of like he muttered to himself and I understood what he meant.

“It is unusual and risky for them to enter Vampire Land; which is probably why they waited until the brink of dawn.” “Who is this Master?” I asked thoughtfully. “Jason Master, your majesty,” she replied with obvious eagerness that she’d been asked to gossip. “He is the leader of the wolf pack.” “Do you mean werewolf pack?” I gasped. “Indeed,” she replied. “They are not popular with most of the kingdom, although I rather like them.” “Why is that?” I asked with genuine curiosity. “I am not quite sure,” she said with a shrug. “Perhaps it is because they are so different that us. They run hot, while we run cool. They eat meat. We are vegetarians. Differences like that.”

His hawk eyes narrowed as he studied me. “His blood…” General Barks continued, “It reeks of…” “You are forbidden from saying anything else” master cut him off with a thunderous roar.his anger barely restrained. My brows scrunched in confusion. I suddenly felt like a headless chicken. “He is the chosen one. The wolf that was spoken about in the prophecy…” A deep guttural sound rattled my bones as Master's aura exploded, stopping General Brath from what he was about to say. His arm still held me protectively. “Touch him,” his voice was low and dangerous, “and I will tear you all apart limb by limb.”

I compelled the warrior. To be honest, I have never used compulsion on any wolf because my alpha presence had always been useful but not with rogues or spies and that’s because they always pledged allegiance to their master. This is just an ordinary wolf. "Who is the master?! And what is his mission?!” I growled.