Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

The Alpha sank his teeth on his bottom lip, shakily nodding before meeting my eyes, “I did. At first, he was shocked, but he told me that there’s a rare breed of wolves who used to do what you did easily—their eyes colour changed depending on their mood, had a unique kind of power and listen to this…they were all omegas. The mystic wolves.” “Oh.” I croaked, palms feeling sweaty as I rubbed them together. “I-I think I heard that name before. Aren’t they supposed to be a myth?” “No.” Ethan quickly said. “Sure, we tell the pups stories about mystic wolves as a fairy tale, but they were real, Lana. He showed me books and in-depth re

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

Rain's mind wondered to the stories of his people and how they originally worked with the covens. There was a time long ago when witches and wolves worked together, witches would sometimes even find themselves mated to wolves through a gift of the moon goddess. But, one of those matings went wrong long ago. A witch named Aster and an alpha from the blood moon pack had become fated mates. But, the witch was sterile and could not have any pups for the alpha.

Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was? He's the same. Greyson is an alpha. Alphas wolves are...well, themselves. So...Greyson's wolf is...Greyson? Yeah. When a werewolf is born, they will either unite with their wolves and create one being...thus becoming an alpha, or they will create two personalities. Most werewolves fall into that category. Huh. So...if I hadn't blocked you as much as I did, we might've been an alpha? Maybe. There's no way of knowing now.

I tried to calm myself and my wolf. She let me mark her. And hope rose from my chest. "Mystic Pack." Krane blurted out, and all eyes darted to him. He was still standing by the door. "The pack that took her." "Mystic Pack of the North." My eyes shifted to Lucas, whose mouth was tugging into a wide smile. "Alpha Aurelius’ Pack."

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured man, but no ghost or monster. Shane continued from port to port searching for the location the White Wolf called home. He was determined to find this ghost and restore his name on the high seas. Shane grew more frustrated as he searched and came up with nothing. His crew began to think he was chasing ghost stories. He was like a mad man searching and couldn't figure out who it belonged to. There was a rumor that a ship named The White Wolf was owned by Kevin Reddick, but he was known to be dead, which is where the ghost stories came from. They said it was Kevin looking for Pierre to finish him off for what he had done and people tried to stay awa

he said, “I suppose you haven’t. Lunus and I consulted you with regards to the remarks about Elkshire, but the second script we handled on our own.” Ryan’s eyes moved from the paper to Evan with curiosity. “What was discovered? Anything useful?” he asked him. “It seems that the settlers who came and founded Banglador in the first place were having some problems with wolves,” Evan told him, recalling what Lunus had expressed to him. “Any time they would make any progress, the wolves of the forest would come and ferociously attack them. The settlers’ solution was to enter into a contract with Malkouth and the genizem. They sacrificed to the forest with the blood of their children, their brothe

Neither of them had looked like the creature standing only ten yards from where I now lay, propped on my elbows and my mouth parted in mingled fear–and disbelief. We’re in the grassy plain below the bluff where the great tree shades the grave where I’ve been told Mystica is buried. Golden grasses taller than my head tremble in a soft breeze, the entire area rippling like liquid gold. Each blade is illuminated by the gentle, pale glow of the wolf, his coat ever changing from the brightest white, to the deepest silver, like his own body has a tide.