Mia Wolf Novels & Stories

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Mia said with a huff, chewing on a chip. Mia got her wolf when she was thirteen or what we assume was thirteen, a month after my birthday, which we all concluded was her real birthday. She didn’t tell anyone and made Britney and I swear never to tell a soul and when she turned sixteen and was old enough to shift by werewolf laws, she shifted in front of her parents and was able to run with the rest of the pack instead of the ones we would sneak outside the territory.

She looked so vulnerable, yet so strong in that moment, and it only made me want her more. As I watched her, my wolf stirred within me. “You feel it, don’t you?” my wolf asked. “Yes,” I replied internally. “She has a wolf.” “And not just any wolf,” my wolf continued. “You know what it is.” I had suspected it before, but now I was certain. Mia wasn’t just any wolf—she was the wolf, the rare and powerful vortex wolf. It all made sense now: her sudden strength, her resilience, and the way she had healed so quickly after what should have been fatal.

In the second, a big ginger-colored wolf popped out, ripped her t-shirt, and started running toward the forest. ‘Wow!’ I mentally compliment Every time I looked at her wolf, I felt it for the first time. Moana didn’t have the exact same color as wolf-like Liara or any of her family members. Maybe because both her parents were werewolves and she got some shade of color from Edolie, who had a brown wolf. I quickly ran to where her torn T-shirt was, and picking it up, I returned to where I was standing before. This T-shirt had her smell.

The other was Mia. Mia was a mystery, even among rogues. Tall and striking, with coppery brown hair always tied back and sharp eyes that missed nothing, she had once been a beta female in a powerful northern pack. Her mate rejected her for a higher-ranking she-wolf, casting Mia out like trash. But unlike most broken wolves, Mia didn’t shatter, she sharpened. She had joined the rogues five years ago and quickly made herself useful. She fought when she had to, healed when others couldn't, and was one of the few who could negotiate borders and land without spilling blood.

She looked at her father, who watched her with admiration and pride. “My dear... you are a beautiful white wolf. You have no idea how rare this is. I am proud of you. Why don't you take a look at your reflection in the water?” Mia approached the riverbank and saw her reflection: an imposing white wolf with blue eyes and turquoise hues. No other color marked her coat. She was bigger than most, though not yet as big as Nolan or Owen. She tried to speak to her father, but only a bark came out. He laughed and explained:

she added. I laughed at her audacity and asked her if she had forgotten how she treated me in Mondragon's company. Mia brushed off my remark and asked why the Black Bird Wolves Pack allowed me to join their group, given that I wasn't a wolf. The smile on my face faded as I replied, "Because I am their Alpha." Mia shook her head in disbelief. "No, it's not possible. I don't believe you," she said. I signaled to my follower beside me, who moved closer to Mia and slapped her. I then asked her if she believed me now. Mia looked furious and accused me of being a traitor.

Due to my anxiety, I only smiled at Miya as my answer. After a quick introduction, Miya and her brother started tonight's training with a friendly wolf battle. They had the same wolf color, a tundra. They were both quick, never showing a hint of uncertainty as they attacked each other and rolled to the ground several times. For a maid and omega, I had no idea that Miya was this powerful and incredibly fast, but Miya's brother, Mason, was faster and even more powerful since he sent Miya to the ground without breaking a sweat and then pinned her using his vigorous paw.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

We know that they are going to be the ones who will lead this pack in future. Three years after the attack, a girl around the age of five or six came running in our pack. She was bruised and beaten and was covered in blood from head to toe. She was a werewolf, so the warriors captured her and informed us. Five rogues entered our pack behind her to capture her, but we killed them all. That girl was Mia. She is the daughter of one of the rogues, but the other rogues killed her parents, and by mistake, she entered our pack while trying to save herself. After her wounds were healed and she was a little calm, I gave her a choice of joining our pack, and she agreed with us. So, I took her in with