Mystic Wolf Novels & Stories

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

They seemed to contain endless wisdom and power. The wolf approached me, its gait graceful and unhurried. It stopped in front of me, gazing at me with its warm and deep eyes. In that moment, I felt a deep connection with the wolf. It was as if we had met before. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "I am Athena," the wolf replied, its voice resonating in my mind. "You are a Moonshadow Wolf, Alina. You possess the magical ability to communicate with nature and inherit the memories of your ancestors."

His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then I saw something shift in his expression—a realization, a certainty. His nostrils flared, and his eyes began to glow faintly. Slowly, he stepped forward and took my hand in his. He raised it high and turned to face the crowd. “My mate… is a white wolf!”

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

she spoke to it. It seemed to understand as it came forward. She felt her mind link being broken into. Was this wolf trying to mind link with her? Was it a werewolf? “Mica, daughter of Red Mountains”. She gasped as she heard a hoarse voice in her head. Her eyes stayed fixated at the Alpha Wolf’s red eyes. “I am Alpha of the Sprit Wolf’s Pack”. It felt like a dream to Mica. Spirit wolfs? What did they want of her? To send her on an assignment?

Philip put down his food and the kids all looked at him and paid attention, “some of the scrolls I found talked about the magic of the realm, the people and the creatures that roam the land,” “What kind of creatures?” Kurt asked. “Magnificent beasts of all shapes and sizes living on the land, in the water, and in the sky. These creatures aren’t like the animals here on Earth. They’re smarter and a lot more special because they all have a mystic ability unlike any animal you know of. The most magnificent of all the creatures in Randos are the Krans,” “What are Krans?” Lydia asked.

“Kind of, mostly bedtime stories she said her mother passed down. She didn’t really want to talk about it much.” Tasha walked over to the bookshelf and pulled down an old picture album, “this is from the earlier 1900s. photos of my grandmother and her children.” She flipped through the pictures till she came across the page she was looking for. In the large photo was 4 wolves, but one of them stood out from the others. A white wolf with bright eyes. “The Celestine Wolf. It’s passed down in our family, skipping generations at a time. Their eyes glow a bright blue, each Celestine wolf chosen by the Goddess herself. My mother used to say that my grandmother could speak to the Goddess herself in

"Alpha Aragon changed his mind and sent a Mystwolf. He will arrive tomorrow." My back straightened. My eyes widened. Alpha Aragon had previously judged that White Moon did not have the appropriate security to protect his precious Mystwolf, but then he changed his mind? Even if Xavier bribed him with a hunk of diamond for this exchange, I wouldn't care. I was so grateful. "The Alpha explained that the Mystwolves are basically witches born from wolves. So they are more capable of handling magic problems in werewolves." "This is really good news. I really appreciate your efforts to persuade Alpha Aragon without giving up," I said, touched.

“I know of them. They’re a smaller pack, deeply secluded, but they’re not ordinary. They have a history of taking in magical wolves, those gifted with abilities, and grooming them to master their powers. Their stories have always been shrouded in mystery. For a long time, I thought they were nothing more than a myth.” “Apparently, they’re very real,” I replied. “An unknown number called me yesterday. They claimed to have heard I was searching for my mate. Before coming to you, I had the council investigate their claim. They confirmed the same—Lunaris Mystique is indeed a pack of supernatural wolves.” The Alpha tapped his fingers against the desk, a deep furrow forming on his brow. “If this i