Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

Some of them even totally lost their human side and became nothing more than rabid wolves and what soon followed was a a fierce war. There was always war between the mystical creatures and the were wolves themselves were not exempted from the fight. They mated with their destined partners and increased in number at an alarming rate so much that it was more than enough to strike fear in to the hearts of other mystical creatures that walked the surface of the earth. It was clear that out of the mystical creatures, none of them possessed the empathy or leadership for their race and they all did as they pleases. and as sons went by, more and more of the races of the mystical creatures were getti

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

Kavi's POV I went to my room and made myself comfortable in my usual meditating place. After connecting to celestial, I came to the conclusion that Akhilan's plan is very perfect for the situation. Also, I realized, werewolves were created out of the human souls died of Bright ash poisoning which has the power to even damage the souls. But the wolves had survived. I am naturally immune to the bright ashes in this birth but wolfbane still affects my wolf. My darkness could cover that.

The ceremony concluded, and the pack made to leave, so I ran back out and hid behind a tree, watching as they invoked their wolves and Alexander led them out to hunt. The old man left the door of their den open when he left. I took the opportunity to steal back in just to have a look around. Black and white pictures were hanging around the walls - pictures of wolves. They were much larger in build than any ordinary wolf; these were the Alphas of their long history. In the center of the room was a carved-wood stand that looked like two hands holding up a silver bowl. At the bottom of the bowl, the words “Mystic Moon” were engraved. My feet felt numb, and I almost lost my balance as I stared a

she said quietly. Raven’s head snapped back. “You do?” “I do.” His shock was unmistakable. “How could you? You’ve never been here.” Mystic’s eyes flicked briefly to the path ahead — the narrow trail winding through dense pines, carved into ancient rock. “I recognize the route you’re taking.” A beat. Raven frowned. “This path is old. Sacred. Only our pack—” “Too many know of it now,” Mystic cut in gently but firmly. “Rogues. Hunters. Smugglers. Even humans who trade in wolves.”

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Evangeline said, her voice almost a whisper. "There is more you are not telling me," I replied, annoyed that they were holding information. "We can't say anything else until we can put together the missing pieces. This girl is the missing piece in our theory. Daunte, for whatever reason, the goddess has chosen you to embark on this journey—a word of advice. Trust no one. Among all their powers, the Mystic Shadow Wolves are the most coveted. Many will go to great lengths to obtain them." Evangeline's words fell heavy on us all.

Ace stood alone as the road curved into silence. Behind him, the woods stirred and then they came. Ten wolves. They were dark, fast, and soulless. Their eyes glowed with that same unnatural light he remembered from his days under control. Midnight Mystery wolves. They were noty just simple wolves but Engineered monsters. He didn’t hesitate. Ace shifted. His silver wolf burst forth in a flash of power and fury. His eyes gleamed violet under the rising moon. He met the first wolf mid-leap and slammed him into the dirt with a bone-breaking crunch.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.