Mystic Wolves Novels & Stories

Werewolves. "These sick bastards have nothing else to do but cause chaos," Savannah commented, disgusted at the sight. "We should help them," I replied. My wolf rolled her eyes, reluctantly compelled to follow me. She hates blood. She hates fighting in general. I do too. But we are born to fight, we are born to do this.

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

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.

P-please, let it not be him. But Hunter only held his Beta's arms as he sternly stared at his eyes. "Leo. Mystic saw a white wolf. And you know best that I'm the only white wolf left! " Everything seemed to have come to at halt, hearing his words. Within seconds, all the strength I tried so hard to regain, came crumbling back down as I feel my emotions completely blacking out. Until, it was blank. So it was... him. It was really him. "Alpha, maybe Mystic saw it wrong. Maybe there's a black spot on his ears or paws or... Mystic... "

As they reached the lush greenery, they simultaneously surrendered to their wild sides, their bodies transforming with a fluid grace. Hazel's Wolf, Mia, emerged with a silvery glow, her fur shimmering in the sunlight. Maya's Wolf, on the other hand, was a stunning deep black, her coat glistening like polished onyx. The two Wolves circled each other, their tails wagging in excitement, their eyes gleaming with a shared joy.

I finally meet her and this is the blow I get? {{ So... I guess you won't accept me then will you because I have no power or pack to give to you }} I can't look at her, my emotions will get the better of me so I turn to the Mystic {{ the moon goddess appeared in my dreams and spoke to me mystic wolf, now that I have been told the whole truth I guarantee you there will be no fight from me or my people and if you will have us. I would like you to allow my people and I to return with you and integrate into your pack, with your mates' permission of course. I was foolishly blinded by anger and did things I would not normally do but I have let go of my hate and anger and would like a decent place

"Alpha Aragon changed his mind and sent a Mystwolf. He will arrive tomorrow." My back straightened. My eyes widened. Alpha Aragon had previously judged that White Moon did not have the appropriate security to protect his precious Mystwolf, but then he changed his mind? Even if Xavier bribed him with a hunk of diamond for this exchange, I wouldn't care. I was so grateful. "The Alpha explained that the Mystwolves are basically witches born from wolves. So they are more capable of handling magic problems in werewolves." "This is really good news. I really appreciate your efforts to persuade Alpha Aragon without giving up," I said, touched.

“They want me to have sex so that they can have a lineage of white wolves.” She could see the rage in his eyes, “Do they want to rape you?” “No, they said they would give me time to fall in love with the one I would be breeding with.” “What the fuck? Are they also white wolves?” “No, they’re Mystics, half white and half black wolves. They’re known as Mystics.” “This is getting more fucked up by the minute.” “According to them, I’m called a Muraco.” “What in the genuine fuck?” “I know, but they said that they would take me by force if push comes to shove.”

I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.