Mononoke Wolves Novels & Stories

Arvandus uttered, his voice a melodic symphony resonating with an innate comprehension of the intricate tapestry of the natural world, "behold the awe-inspiring spectacle that unfolds before our very eyes. We stand as witnesses to the extraordinary metamorphosis and exquisite concord that grace our sacred haven. In the heart of this sanctuary, a sacred haven nestled amidst the towering trees, a pack of majestic wolves has found solace. They have willingly embraced their noble duty, their purpose intertwined with the very fabric of this enchanted realm. With unwavering dedication, they labor ceaselessly, their tireless efforts devoted to preserving the delicate equilibrium that graces this et

Luna remembered the moon goddess's emphasis on peaceful coexistence with other creatures in the forest , and she wanted to find a solution that would not involve violence. After careful deliberation, Luna decided to send a delegation from the pack to establish communication with the humans. She selected a small group of wolves who were known for their diplomacy and communication skills, and they set out to meet the humans. The wolves approached the humans cautiously, mindful of the potential danger. They were relieved to find that the humans were willing to listen and engage in peaceful dialogue. Luna's pack explained their concerns about the human activity in the forest and their need to pr

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

“We have a more serious matter to look into right now. First of all, what kind of creatures are these? They do not quite look like us.” “I suspect that they are Nikjin’s minions,” said Monah, the general of Vak’s warriors. “From the little intelligence that I have been able to gather from my spies, your brother’s army of evil werewolves is a distorted version of our kind.” Vak sighed. “I thought that the rumors were just embellished to scare us, but it seems like they may be true. These beasts have unnatural strength and if it had not been for our numbers, they could have overpowered us and killed us all.”

I mindlink Jackson's and my warriors, “Tell Diana to mind link Marian and Monique; another wolf is scouting the area.” Marian and Monique lie beside me for hours, watching the male wolf. His ears stand up, and he lifts his muzzle, smelling the air; the wind has changed direction, and we move as he turns his head in our direction. Marian and Monique shift, their wolves, are huge; we circle the male, snapping at his fur; he isn't a warrior. When the wolf realizes he is outnumbered, he submits his head and shifts back to his human form. Monique shifts and growls, “follow me” the male hangs his head. Nalia barks with laughter and says.

From the other side, the footsteps grew louder, and then Verina and her pack of monsters came into view. She was floating again, or at least seeming to, wearing that long black robe. She looked menacing, her black hair flying out around her head, even with the hood on, as she came to a stop on the other side of the clearing, about twenty feet from where I’d stopped walking. Around her, at least three dozen dark wolves, their fur black, their eyes red, also stopped, snarling and growling as they crouched down, ready to pounce on whichever of my wolves moved first.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

They just observed the wolf before them with wide eyes, none had ever experienced what was happening, they had never seen such a phenomenon where one's inner wolf was physically outside their subconscious. Monica growled, smoke emitting from her nostrils and her body distorted taking the shape of a woman with an angelic face, long eyelashes, full lips shaded blue and blue flowing hair. “You dare hurt my child?”

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"