Mononoke Wolves Novels & Stories

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

She whimpered loudly as she struggled to free herself from them. Just as Jasmine took a step toward the comotion, a black Jeep Wrangler pulled up next to us, and Blake and Luke stepped out. “What the fuck is going on?” Blake asked, looking around. He glanced over in our direction and asked, “Jasmine, are you okay?” Lucy let out a whine. “Get off my mate!” Luke shouted at the wolves that were currently pinning her down. They all instantly got up, and Lucy walked over to Luke, sitting down next to him in her wolf form.

The air is thick with primal energy as they prepare to embark on a night of hunting. Blaze, Dexter, Alexa, and the rest of the pack stand together, their eyes reflecting the moon's luminous radiance. They shift into their sleek and powerful wolf forms, their coats adorned with various shades of silver, gray, and black. Each wolf exudes a sense of grace and strength, their muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their full potential.

It was no exaggeration to say that Ebony married me in the wedding of the century. I also noticed that every flower in the wedding hall was fake, although that must have been arranged that way because I liked flowers but was also allergic to pollen. While I was still left surprised by how Ebony knew about my preferences, we all heard a wolf's howl from outside the building. Soon, a servant came in to inform us that a Lycan had gone amok outside in his beast form and was clawing the gate outside.

“Crimson wolves have been extinct for centuries.” “Really?” Doctor Monroe burst out laughing, a rich and elegant sound. “Extinct you say? Crimson wolves have never been extinct, dear Alpha. They are just the rarest of all wolves, born once in a generation. Their lineage is unique—one generation’s power passed seamlessly to the next, from parent to child.”

At this point, it was becoming really unhealthy, the obsession I have towards her. I knew she would be safe. She's in the safest environment in the entire pack. Bear and Monika are wolves of honor. They respect their works to the point that they can't hurt anyone that needs their help, not even their enemy. She also has Silver with her. With the slightly feral beta by her side, no one would dare touch a strand of her hair. No one would throw a rock at her. The thought of my people raining rocks on top of rocks on my little green flower truly bothered me.

He is across the room in a flash, and by the sides of Mateo’s wolf Nyko and Javier’s wolf Nero. Both a deep brown colouring, Nyko had a lighter brown undertone to his fur and amber eyes. Nero had a darker brown undertone to his fur and deep brown eyes. Both wolves are familiar to me as they were warriors when I first shifted at the age of 17, not to mention close friends of my family. I had trained with them many times and knew they were skilled fighters but they were to be the first to leave this fight as arranged, which I knew would drive them crazy.

To hunt. Kitsunes were supposed to be extinct. His grandfather had told him stories about the hunts, about how dangerous and cunning the fox spirits were. How they deceived and destroyed entire packs. This one wasn't getting away. Noah shifted mid stride, his body transforming seamlessly into his wolf form. His clothes tore away as he sprinted across the field and into the woods. The scent trail was fresh, sharp, and intoxicatingly strong. The kitsune was fast. Faster than any werewolf Noah had ever chased. It weaved through the trees with impossible grace, its nine tails streaming behind it like ribbons of white flame.

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

For them they were a bunch of hypocrite that prevented all the people from having a happy, material life. And that's when the endless fraud between the White Wolf's Clan and the Black Wolf's Clan. The White Wolf's Clan was on constant mission to annihilate them, but the Black Wolf's Clan was just as powerful as the them. Until Alexandra, Vee and Monika came and convinced both sides to compromise and make peace. And fortunately, they were able to convince both sides. They knew this peace negotiation was an absurd thing to do but they could only hope that everything went well tomorrow.