Mystic Wolf Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

Hell, werewolves were mythology to most humans. “It's likely the same source. We can ask when we get home. All I know is that if we knowingly kill a member of our family, we get cursed to live in an in-between state. Neither human nor wolf, and cut off from all pack links.” Another shiver rolled through my body. “That sounds pretty similar to the myth I read.” Despite the current situation, the hushed conversation with Skye was slowly soothing my nerves. As my pulse slowed, my awareness sharpened, allowing me to sense the hidden lives in the trees around us.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

We all know Mell is one of the best warrior in the authority. "I guess one way to find all of these mysteries out is to befriend and confront our enemy, don't you think? Now, I dare you take risk, give him some information, starting from the first four photographs the Black Wolf's Clan sent to us up until now. Lure him. Interrogate him, them. And we'll see how they will react to it.'

I take a deep breath in, feeling my heartrate slow as I exhale. “Cassidy’s wolf’s name is Nina. Now Nina is a special kind of wolf. Some of you are already aware of Cassidy and Nina, some of you are aware of our history and the mythology surrounding it.” The crowd starts to chatter, theorising what Alpha is talking about. He holds his hand up and they fall silent. “Nina is an Elemental wolf.”

As they reached the lush greenery, they simultaneously surrendered to their wild sides, their bodies transforming with a fluid grace. Hazel's Wolf, Mia, emerged with a silvery glow, her fur shimmering in the sunlight. Maya's Wolf, on the other hand, was a stunning deep black, her coat glistening like polished onyx. The two Wolves circled each other, their tails wagging in excitement, their eyes gleaming with a shared joy.

But this howl was directed at me and didn't affect the other members of the pack present. My Rogue wolf almost yielded... Until yet another of my wolves began taking over. This one was a bit more mysterious but less rebellious than Rogue. I called her... Mystik, because of the unexplainable power I'd always felt from her since I was little. When she took over, she revealed her silver fur and stood as tall as Nightshade but still not as tall as my Alpha wolf. However, instead of fighting back against the guards gathering around us, her body got covered in a silver light.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

The Alpha sank his teeth on his bottom lip, shakily nodding before meeting my eyes, “I did. At first, he was shocked, but he told me that there’s a rare breed of wolves who used to do what you did easily—their eyes colour changed depending on their mood, had a unique kind of power and listen to this…they were all omegas. The mystic wolves.” “Oh.” I croaked, palms feeling sweaty as I rubbed them together. “I-I think I heard that name before. Aren’t they supposed to be a myth?” “No.” Ethan quickly said. “Sure, we tell the pups stories about mystic wolves as a fairy tale, but they were real, Lana. He showed me books and in-depth research.” “And you trust him?” “I told you he’s an expert in thes