Mysterious Wolf Novels & Stories

I must admit, it’s such a stupid thing to be going after an unknown ghostly voice that i do not even recognize. My head turned to where the indistinct voice was coming from. My feet involuntarily move backwards towards the front door of the house that now feels so incredibly far from where I am. My eyes widened as I stared into 2 big yellow eyes that just appeared under the dark shadows of the trees. I could hear a low growl coming out from the big wolf. I have never seen this wolf before in my life but I have a strong feeling that he doesn’t belong here.

Was this done on purpose so I could be with Zaire here? “Here,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “It says that the great black wolf called Amoux is the most powerful wolf in the Black Moon Pack. He was not born, but cursed into a body.” she started reading, “cursed into a body. How does that happen? Aren’t wolves usually born with their humans?” “I don’t know, keep reading,” I replied, scooting to be closer to her.

A LIFELESS LIVE Once upon a time, there was a keeper, who became a king in a strange land, he was free and had felt no danger living as a king in a strange land, he wandered freely about without looking back, this keeper was created as an ordinary clay statue, it was placed in front of a gate, the owner of that house purchased it and put him there, he named him keeper, as he used to jokingly said, " there was a keeper who keeps watch at my house even if travel, and people always laugh, but one day something strange happened in the house at night, dogs were barking and the villagers had wondered why, but no one came out, for their was a wolf that usually walked the land every night and had be

His eyes were the sun. The trees passed Moon’s huge frame quickly and he stopped. He spotted a wolf. A brown wolf. A magnificent one. The wolf was a bit smaller than Moon. It was a female. It was Viviana’s wolf, Miracle. Her brown fur had shining golden borders. Her ears were sharp and straight. She was alert. Her back screamed possession.

How strange was that? Channeling my inner sarcastic bitch, I puffed out my chest and lowered my voice to a deep rumble. “Fear not, little wolf, I will protect you. For I am Azrael, God of Wolves and stalkerish obsessions.” “My, what a deep voice for such a small girl.” With a gasp, I spun towards the sound.

He was a recluse, often avoiding pack territories, but he had helped them in the past when they faced dire threats. The pack set off, their senses sharp, tracking the faintest traces of Cain's scent. The storm pursued them relentlessly, lightning flashing ominously in the sky above. They reached the edge of a dense, ancient forest, where Cain was rumored to have been seen last. As they ventured deeper into the woods, the atmosphere grew heavy with an almost tangible magic. The trees whispered ancient secrets, and shadows danced between the gnarled trunks. Finally, they found him – Cain, the mysterious wolf with fur as silver as the moon.

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

A familiar heat pools between my legs, but I am too worried that I would throw up on him if I tried to sleep with him. “There is something else we need to talk about,” Deimos says as he rubs little circles on my legs. “It is about your wolf.” “What about her?” I ask defensively. “She is a white wolf,” Deimos explains. “Majesty is incredibly rare.” “Okay,” I say suspiciously. “What does that mean?” “We don’t know,” Deimos sighs. “But your mother went to find some witch sisters that she thinks could explain it to her.”

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"