Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

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.”

We strolled a few miles until reaching a barely used dirt road before the lycans came jogging up. Their massive forms would usually intimidate any wolves, but my pack was stronger than most. We'd seen the depths of hell and back in forging the paths to make Ash Walker possible. A large grey lycan that I knew as Ross' came running up, dwarfing us all and letting out a loud howl. The packs droned into the night together sending out a warning for anybody trying to hide away. I picked up speed, letting the flames roll from my mouth and lick my fur. Lighting up the night I trudged directly behind my trackers.

I knew that mom wouldn't stay with us longer if we didn't treat her quickly. But to be honest, deep inside we all knew, there was no cure for her. The damages in her body wouldn't be healed. But still everyday we kept aside all of our worries and enjoyed our precious moments together wishing someday the tale of the mystic spring would come true and heal everything. I laughed inside at my own thoughts. In our nursery book, we would read the rhymes about the mystic spring. It was an old wolf myth. Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world.

I laugh questioning her further. “I’m half-wolf, half-witch. I read people’s auras. My mom taught me how.” Celeste, the redhead that has been grilling me states matter of factly with pride beaming from her. A mutt is what I call them, half-breeds and mixed-bred wolves. She wasn’t a very strong wolf because of her intermixed bloodline, but she was at least nice. I brushed her comment off as a compliment attempting to flirt or get in my good graces since she was hanging all over my beta.

They had a peculiar scent there, both from the cypress and sandalwood tree species there, very peculiar types, but also because their wolves are something different altogether from us. He has traces of that, but not completely. You might be looking at a descendant native to that area, though probably mixed by now since I imagine the rogues would have taken their women. Mixed! Beth stared. What kind of werewolves are they if they're not similar to us? Mysteries Mal never solved, nor I. But that's all the help I might be able to give you. I need to go and lie down, but find me if you need more information about the western region.

I handed him a stack of money. He took it, and while counting it, he answered. “Ten days ago, a verbal notice went out to rogue wolves in the cities bordering Mystic Vale that someone was gathering members to compete for resources with Mystic Vale. They seize a part of the territory, divide their time to drain resources like minerals, animals, food... then they leave. This pattern is common among parasitic rogue wolves. Don't worry, they come in stages; once they've eaten their fill and slept well, they leave.” “Are you involved?”

Victor sat back down and put his head in his hands. “What’s wrong? I get the feeling I’m missing something here?” Rick brings himself out of his stupor and swallows hard. “Tori, do you talk with the wolves?” I shake my head. “Not completely. I need the help of Mystic to do that. I can speak and they hear me, but I need Mystic’s plane of supernatural existence to communicate with them.” “Mystic?” I smile proudly. “Yes! She’s my wolf.” “Genesis wolves do not speak with the being they are healing. Rarely do they speak with their human hosts. They are more of an energy source from the Moon Goddess meant to heal. Not a sentient being.” Rick explains in wonder. Like he can’t believe what he is hea

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

The shared knowledge wasn’t just about acquiring new skills; it was about mutual respect and appreciation of each other’s unique strengths. This collaborative learning extended to the arts and crafts. The Silvermoon wolves, renowned for their intricate silverwork, introduced the Duskwood wolves to new techniques and materials. The Duskwood wolves, in turn, shared their expertise in working with furs and hides, creating stunning garments and practical items that reflected the unique beauty of their forest home. These collaborative projects not only enriched the material culture of both packs but also fostered a deeper understanding and appreciation of each other’s artistic sensibilities. The

He produced croaking sounds with an admixture of coughing and snorted contentedly. "No," Leo broke the silence. “I never would have thought that you would chicken out in front of a human girl, Ar.” Once again, he teased him. “Hmmm, you’ll have to do it yourself… You remember the words of the ceremony, don’t you?” Does the phrase “Right of the wolf” suggest an idea? turned to Leela. — Wolves? Wolves…” she glanced at the dog moving impatiently from paw to paw. - Werewolves, right? she exclaimed, but she herself did not believe in the spoken words.