Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

The older-looking wolf with faded pink scars across his chest and back boomed, and the three mage werewolves turned in sync before I allowed myself a small exhale. “One more thing,” The bull-looking wolf that had not turned with the others bellowed and I snapped my eyes back to his yellowed orbs, anxiety making the knots in my belly a hard lump.

I will be remembered in history as the first Luna who was not the Alpha’s mate, but the Alpha’s most beloved wife. Flavian escorted me out of the House and suggested I ride one of the wolves that will ensure I return to the palace in the quickest possible time. Of course. Werewolves are the shadows of the moon and hence they are quick, stealthy, and ride the night breeze. However… I have never ridden a wolf before.

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.

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’

“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

" I'm sorry Mr. Montez but if you're looking for an interesting fact about Crypt wolves then I hate to break it to you that there is none. It is not my fault if you find it boring and it's not my concern if you don't think it's an interesting class" " But that's your job though- to engage us in such a way that we would want to learn more," Mason said, folding his arms and giving her a pointed look. " Mason, crypt wolves glow in the dark and can turn invisible. For some reason, I am meant to teach you something once a week on Crypt wolves and until more information about Crypt wolves is provided by the Lycan academic bureau, we'll keep talking about what we ALWAYS talk about. Understood?!" Sh

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.