Mia Wolf Novels & Stories

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

“But grandpa, she was a werewolf, okay? She was rejected by her mate so I stepped up and became her mate. I was also rejected and the funny thing was, our matws chosen to be mated.” “Of all, why her? That woman had a moon wolf in her. She dangerous. She dearranged. She will be lock here.” I heaved a sigh. “I don’t understand you, granpa.” It was Grandpa’s turn to sigh. “Moon wolf was mad wolf. If you heard about blue wolf mirror self, that her. She can create blue fire. Blue wolf blue fire was cold and that woman was hot almost the thrice hotter us. She can kill every dragon without blink of eye if she left alone rampaging. We need to talk more after inteerogating her. You understand?”

CHRISTIAN’S POV I couldn't believe my eyes as Mia underwent her first shift beside me. It was a sudden and unexpected occurrence, but witnessing her transformation filled me with an overwhelming sense of pride. She stood before me, her once-human form now replaced by the sleek, powerful physique of a wolf. Her fur, a vibrant shade of red reminiscent of her own hair, shimmered in the moonlight, casting an enchanting glow around her. "Wow, baby. You did great!" I cheered, my voice filled with genuine admiration as I watched her navigate the unfamiliar territory of her new existence. I had guided her away from the prying eyes of others, granting her the privacy she needed to acclimate to her ne

Getting to have a meeting with three or more is already overwhelming, talkless of gathering in a party of the overrated underground Mafia. [It's not bad to try] My wolf chirped in my mind, he has been quiet this whole time. "Tsk, Amir. We shouldn't poke our nose into what isn't our business.” [Fine] He retreated into my mind. I wiped my neck with a mini towel and took out cold water from the refrigerator and poured into a glass. Amir is a special kind of wolf. An Arctic Wolf. My mother will always praise me with proud eyes for blooming into a rare and special wolf like Canis lupus.

A large red wolf runs up beside us and slams into our body sideways, knocking Maia off her feet. When she stands again, we are surrounded. There are six wolves that have us caged in, the largest is the red wolf that took Maia down. Maia stands panting, waiting to see what is going to happen. The red wolf, who is also panting, begins to shift. When he’s done, he stands, bent over at the waist, breathing heavily before looking up at Maia, smiling possessively. Maia bares her teeth at him, snarling furiously.

the woman answered. Maia bravely got out from the nursery center. She went to weaponry and took the bow and arrow then she ran towards the west border. Although she cannot change into her wolf form, she can still move freely. When she reached the border, the warriors were neatly lined up while facing the river. The west boarder has a long and narrow river that serves as the boundary of Havoc Moon territory. On the other hand, there were the rouges that already in their wolf forms. They raging in anger as their saliva was dripping from their mouths.

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

"You... you can talk?” The next thing I heard was the wolf’s low, rumbling chuckle. She looked at me with those deep blue eyes of hers that resembled the galaxy. “Of course, I can talk to you. We Moonshadow Wolves are blessed with a gift, Migumi. We can communicate with nature, with the spirits of the forest, and with those who possess a pure heart,” she replied. My brows furrowed in slight confusion. This is another confirmation that I am indeed the Moonshadow wolf in the legend.

Mia has faced a lot of cruelty growing up so she should get used to being treated poorly and being disrespected or embarrassed. Even if someone didn't embarrass her, she always ended up embarrassing herself. However, this particular act by Miram has Mia feeling so shocked and annoyed. The fact that she is weak and cannot match Miram's strength since Miram is a full blooded werewolf and even had the blood of an Alpha running through her veins, only made Mia feel even more miserable and annoyed.