Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

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.

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

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.”

Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began. Gerwulf only gave a short laugh," Eloise I have a bad feeling about tonight.... maybe my mate is going to reject me? I'm a bastard, I was born with bad luck." He ran a hand through his blood red hair, the only thing that gave him away as a hybrid. Only somebody born of a witch could have such a color. "My claim to being a future alpha is... well, it's nonexistent. Even if I bare the mark, Hylda will always fight for either Keifer or Delmar to succeed. What could I possibly offer somebody?" Eloise frowned hard, trying her best to stay happy for him. It was her j

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