Mystic Wolf Novels & Stories

Eclipse shouted in my mind. I wish there was a volume button to lower her tone in my head. "Or he just got hit by Karma in advance." "Oh! Shut up. He took the blow for you. Cut some slack, would you?" Eclipse retorted. I don't understand what is going on with my wolf. Why is everyone siding with Xavier? Is it because he looks adorable? "He's one big cinnamon roll." Eclipse cooed. Remind me to slap her when I shift into the wolf form.

Naomi didn't know what she was referring to. "Ah you don't know" said Molly seeing the confused look on Naomi's face. "The blood of the white wolf, when consumed by a witch, gives them the ultimate power boost and the ability to control full blood wolves. I can take over every pack in the US. It will help me control every full blooded Mutt in the states."

Adam gasps. “We need to learn more!” Noah says. “I remember some lore,” I admit. “The Mystic Shadow Pack has two wolves that are often born in succession. A Shadow Wolf who has great abilities, but if corrupted can be vile and will not be afraid to turn on his own people and a Mystic Wolf, born in the following generation who will often have multiple strong mates and abilities that can bring peace to even the most shattered souls and packs. They are old myths and there are some contradicting details.”

“Oh, so sad! But maybe you can make yourself feel better by masturbating to the thought of how they would mate. I heard that this mating season would be with so much heat, many wolves from dar and wide are around.” “You are so mean! I am going back!” “Back to where? A place that rejected you? The moon is down, you would never find the right path without proper lighting. You might even end up dead before tomorrow.” “So what am i going to do here?” “Let us discuss about it.” They formed a circle, backing me with their motorcycles. The distance between them and i was not much and my wolf hearing could pick up almost everything they were saying. “What if she is a spy?”

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 swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

Dark Wolf King howled, striking the ground with his wooden staff. The other Lycans eyed Logan with resentment. The divine wolf flower was the most cherished treasure of the Dark Wolves, blooming only once every century. Every Lycan aspired to use it to evolve, purify their bloodline, and reach God Grade. "Divine wolf flower? What nonsense is this? This flower is called Redface. Well, I don't expect you to comprehend its true effects. You're too ignorant for that," Logan remarked with a snort. Logan discerned the Dark Wolves' intentions. However, bloodline purification was merely a side effect of Redface. Its true power lay in aiding one to reach the Mystique Realm.

But we are born to fight, we are born to do this. I let out a deep breath and surrendered to the transformation. My body elongated, fur sprouting from my skin, and my senses sharpened. The pain was brief, quickly replaced by the raw power and agility of my wolf form. My vision was clearer, my hearing more acute, and I could smell the metallic scent of blood in the air.

Lifting my arm I furrowed my brow at what looked like my aura shimmering golden and another sigil ignited on my bicep, I was baffled. “Maybe I'm going to blow up like a dying star,” I mumbled with concern but Lark came to my side with my daughter. “Mystic is telling me that you're becoming the Sacred Shewolf. All will bow to you, Mom!” She squealed ecstatically. Twirling my index finger in the air I said, “Goody.” But when the young elf prince reached out to touch my cheek my eyes widened at the lyrical language he spoke. “What did he say?” I asked Mister Skinner.

My gaze trails across the shelves… until one in particular catches my attention. My feet carry me toward a shelf tucked into the far left corner of the lowest level. I don’t know why, but something about it pulls me in like an invisible thread guiding my steps. The closer I get, the stronger the sensation grows. The hairs on my arms rise. Mystical wolves.That’s what the plaque above the shelf reads, written in old silver script. I scan the spines of the books.Most are worn, dusty, untouched for years. One of them catches my eye. A thick, royal blue book with no title. Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover.