Mystical Wolves Novels & Stories

"The missing wolves. The way the one who came back described what he saw." "Yes," I said. "It's not an ordinary rogue activity," she said. "I know that," I said. "Do you know what it is?" she said. "Tell me what you know," I said. She unfolded her arms and turned slightly toward the window. "Ancient rogues,wolves that have been without packs for so long they've changed at a fundamental level. They don't operate on instinct the way ordinary rogues do. They operate on something organized,something directed. They're faster than ordinary

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Children screaming and the gnashing of jaws was coating the once almost deadly quiet air. In the distance I could see the two large grey wolves of Dietrich and Vance fighting off hoards of royal blue cloaked vampires. Simon's slim black wolf was barreling through the crowds as a sea of black cloaked vampires began to fight along with him. It felt surreal as utter chaos broke out and the fighting only grew worse. Bodies had already started to fall and I felt Cinnabar begin to run through the crowd towards the pack house.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

Told me that my place was on the streets and nowhere else. The two men finally passed a cafe on the other side of the street. I turned left, into an alley. My body shuddered at the prospect of turning. The wolf I had was a vicious thing. Had no mercy or grace. But she came in handy in situations like these. If she decided to show face. Unlike normal wolves, I struggled to turn. Had struggled since my first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. Apparently, not all wolves had minds of their own. Only mine.

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

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

The alpha of Red Moon Pack voices my greatest nightmare, the horror that was clawing at the walls of my mind, making my heart thundering in my chest. “That’s crazy. That land is not real, I’ve searched for it, it’s nothing there.” Another one of the guests states. “Surely there is, you fool! But it’s wrapped into a mystical spell, only those who are meant to find it, can!” “Don’t tell me you believe in those good for nothing legends!” “Why wouldn’t I? The demon wolves are real, you’ve witnessed what they did a few years ago! Every pack suffered losses, yours included!”

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.