Mystical Wolf Novels & Stories

Luka helped me explain the dream of the white wolf I have had my whole life. Joel wonders if my father's passing unlocked my scent. They all figured some sort of magic was used to hide what I was. “Magic is a real thing too? How?” I asked. “So witches exist. Not in the way books and movies portray them but they do. They typically avoid conflicts between shifters and vampires. This changes if humans or the balance are affected,” Luka explained. “Why would someone need to hide what I was? What makes the white wolf so dangerous?” I asked.

QUEENETH'S POV. After some minutes, I was standing on all fours, my fur was so white that it glittered under the moonlight. My friends turned to each other screaming. “She's different, just white,” Aisha said. I was very anxious to know why they’re surprised. I looked at my wolf and asked her. “Why are they gasping. Is it something special?. “We are a pure wolf, Queeneth, which is very rare; in fact, it does not happen. Everybody has a combination but we are just white.”

"The blood of the white wolf, when consumed by a witch, gives them the ultimate power boost and the ability to control full blood wolves. I can take over every pack in the US. It will help me control every full blooded Mutt in the states." Naomi was getting really sick of listening to her voice. She didn't know how to shut her up in her current situation but she just knew the second she was free Molly was going to be forced to keep her mouth closed. "Now come here" she said using the invisible bind to pull Naomi and Alex closer to the table.

Xienma could feel Ana's presence, a comforting growl echoing in her mind, urging her to embrace her true power. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped them, and a surge of magic washed over the forest. The rogue wolves yelped in surprise, their shadows flickering like candles in the wind. The light intensified, and from its core emerged a majestic wolf with shimmering silver fur. Its eyes were pools of wisdom, and its presence commanded respect and awe. "Kaelan," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "The ancient guardian spirit."

It was like someone was blocking her from mind linking anyone. And that was when she smelt it. Wolfs bane. That explains why she can’t mind link. Wolfs bane is also known as wolf’s poison. Apart from silver, another dangerous thing to werewolves is the wolfs bane. When a werewolf is close to wolfs bane, it disturbs the system. The werewolf won’t be able to mind link just like the way Tory is feeling right now. And if a werewolf stay close to wolfs bane for long, he or she might lose his or her wolf and might eventually die.

“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

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

I am in their territory. I was surrounded, I changed my run to a walk so as not to provoke the hunting instinct. Did they recognize me? There was a rustle and a growl among the trees. I froze, their yellow eyes shone on both sides, a huge gray beast came out on the road in front of me, the leader is Morgan. And why are they called wolves? They don't look like wolves at all. Huge, at the withers up to my shoulder, with a muzzle more like a bear, but more sinewy, like wolves. The pounding of his heart drowned out all the surrounding sounds. Calmly, calmly. I slowly pulled the handkerchief off my neck and held it out towards Morgan. Almost a "white" flag! Smell, sniff, it's Sarin's scent. Morga

Mia We arrived at a clearing bathed in golden light. The source of the scent we were trailing stood before us. A lone wolf, his fur a striking combination of silver and white. He regarded us with cautious curiosity, his eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and openness. Shifting back into my human form, I approached him slowly, my instincts guiding me to extend a peaceful aura. Creed remained at my side, a silent pillar of strength. The mysterious wolf seemed to sense our intentions, his body relaxing slightly as he allowed us closer.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs, my mind scrambling to make sense of it, but nothing; nothing, could explain what I was seeing. And then he was gone. I mean, he was still here, but it was no longer him. Where Galatia had been, a massive wolf now stood, towering over me, its light grey fur catching the faint glow of light around us, the fire seem to bounce off him. Gosh, it was enormous; far bigger than any normal wolf I had ever seen, in movies or documentaries, and its presence alone filled the entire space, suffocating and overwhelming. This made sense now, all the talk about mystical being, how they’re not a myth like we thought, talking about movies and all of that. They all c