Mia Wolf Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Asteria jumped onto a tree, followed by Annie, and began to inspect the situation. "What did you do to it?" Annie noticed the abnormality of the wolf. It suddenly just went crazy like that, growling so loudly while attacking anything that moved. "Nothing." Asteria shrugged. "I just threw chili powder into its eyes. I don't know that it would give such a great reaction."

She yelled back while Blaze took her arms off of him and went to take a step back from the evil witch. Mia looked at his mouvement and glared at him. "It's not what it look like!" Blaze said through the mind link. "Shut up, what were you doing with this bitch?!" Mia asked him furiously. "She came on to me and kissed me, I tried to push her but I was against the table and my arms are locked down from her strong embrace." "What is she then?" "She's a hybrid, half vampire and werewolf, be careful with her!" Blaze warned her.

In order not to interrupt my father's story, so I could get the full picture, I decided not to interrupt him again. "but it is not part of our wolf community because it is different from ours." he continued " It consists of spirit wolves who are the descendants of the moon goddess, apex wolves who fathered our kind, and special kind of werewolves that have bright coloured furs, I don't know how those came to being." he explained, " I couldn't call it his pack even though he seemed to be the one in command. Most of the pack members did not like him, and they did not hide it. "

I dismissed the whole group and they ran out the garden gate to do their job. I sat down and looked up at the moon. It's an urban myth that Wolves can only shift during the full moon. We can, and do, shift whenever we want. Day or night, it doesn’t matter. The last time I shifted… Was the night I met Violet. The night we found her... And that pig! I whimpered remembering what happened. What I saw. Should I go and see her? ‘’No! You stay away from her! This is OUR night!’’ My head turned to see Georgie standing there. Her Silver fur standing on end, glowing in the moonlight.

The rest of the females that he had after the departure of his wife could not give birth to a gifted one! “And what makes you think that a she-wolf gave birth to him?” Mikhail growled as he approached us, his eyes flashing angrily in the direction of the latter. - Don't take me for an idiot! Maroon growled at him. - Not a single human woman was born wolf cubs capable of turnover! Especially those who have preserved the gift of fire!

He had never done that before. Mia shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “Yes? Can I help you?” She mumbled feebly. Kane reached her in a few steps, he grabbed hold of her hand and pinned her to the wall. Fiona, Maria and Cherry rushed over to her aid. Mia screamed out in fright. Kane looked livid. Mia just wanted to get away from them all. “You know what you are don’t you?” He hissed low on patience. “You’re a wolf, half wolf and half human. My brothers mate. He’s your destiny.” Kane told her.

Her pack needed protection. Everyone present gasped in awe. It was a very rare kind of wolf. One only told in fairytales. She let out a bone-chilling howl as she lunged at the attackers one by one. She possessed immense strength that was rare. Mia moved with the speed of light. Her anger fueled her attack as her claws sank into the throats, bellies, and ribs of the attackers. Within a heartbeat, they were all lying dead on the floor. Blood dripped from her spotless fur.

Mia We arrived at a clearing bathed in golden light. The source of the scent we were trailing stood before us. A lone wolf, his fur a striking combination of silver and white. He regarded us with cautious curiosity, his eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and openness. Shifting back into my human form, I approached him slowly, my instincts guiding me to extend a peaceful aura. Creed remained at my side, a silent pillar of strength. The mysterious wolf seemed to sense our intentions, his body relaxing slightly as he allowed us closer.

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.