Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

Eclipse shouted in my mind. I wish there was a volume button to lower her tone in my head. "Or he just got hit by Karma in advance." "Oh! Shut up. He took the blow for you. Cut some slack, would you?" Eclipse retorted. I don't understand what is going on with my wolf. Why is everyone siding with Xavier? Is it because he looks adorable? "He's one big cinnamon roll." Eclipse cooed. Remind me to slap her when I shift into the wolf form.

“Come in, Landon.” “Well, looks like the wolf is out of the bag.” Landon laughs, but I keep my hold on Mazy. “Don’t worry so much. Mazy is like a sister to me…. well technically she is my sister or maybe several times removed cousin,” he says, more to himself. I look at Mazy, wondering what the fuck this dick head is going on about. “We’ve discovered that most white wolves are connected. History tells us there were seven first white wolves. The Goddess created them with Seven unique powers to help bring our packs together. We are all descended from those Original Seven.”

“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

“They are gone! How can they be gone like that?” I felt frustration and anger knowing that three of our best red wolves had been lost to what I best guess was the Mystic Moon Pack. My fist pounded into the cave wall as I had no other way to express my anger. I watched now as rock flakes fell onto the ground of the misty floor.

Tanner and Riabhel sported the same expression. The moon seemed to cast its radiant light upon them, blessing their gathering with its presence. The air was filled with reverence and hope, as wolves from different walks of life gathered to seek their second chances at love and connection. For the wolves seeking their second chances at love, the Mysticwood would set them with a series of trials, carefully framed to guide them toward their destined second-chance mates. It was a journey of self-discovery and growth, where they had to overcome their fears, confront their past, and open their hearts to new possibilities.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Mom’s lower lip trembled as she looked on, Jewel took her hand and they both walked forward and we all followed and slowly walked through our old pack lands, Goddess knows how much I loved this place. We walked to the back of the pack house where there was now a large tree with beautiful white flowers blooming and the smell is amazing! I close my eyes and inhale {{ this is the tree isn’t it? }} I looked at Luna Jewel and she nodded { it is, come on Moli, let’s change and come back, it’d be faster that way } my mom nodded and they both walked off and after a few minutes my mom’s wolf emerged from the trees, it’s been so long since I’d seen her wolf, she’s a beautiful auburn color with brown e

Mystic rank. Both of the wolves belonged to the mystic ranks, and if any group of students came across these two, death would be the only thing that awaited them. Not to mention the fact that they were being followed by a thousand or two wolves. A pair of mystic rank beasts and several thousand rare rank creatures. What happened to the rest of the creatures in the area? [Cold Light Wolf King- Mystic rank] HP-3000 ATK-300 DEG-87 AGI-63

I thought about meditating, but I didn’t want to close my eyes, and instead I wandered on to the rose garden, wondering where Chloe would put her new piece when it was finished. I had started my research on the Moon Wolves, but there was so little to go on. So much was shrouded in religious rituals and the “great mystery” of the race. The only things people really agreed on was their power and status, which for werewolves were the most important things, but still.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.