Mythological Wolf Creatures Novels & Stories

“Twins were obviously a shock to our parents when we were born. Twins are so rare in the wolf communities, and our father was an alpha, meaning that his son would be too. Then when he had two sons there were so many questions on what that would mean for our future. Mom and Dad conferred with the elders on what do to.” The elders were like royalty and the government all rolled into one for wolves. They knew all the stories and secrets kept throughout the wolves’ time in this world. They also are the protectors of our kind, in charge of keeping us a secret all while we learn to coexist with non wolves. The elder’s make the law, and their say is final.

Golden or yellow wolves are extremely rare and are considered to be the first living creature created by Roog, the Supreme God. Normally in our world, color of your wolf doesn’t matter. Most shifters are a variation of black, grey, brown, and sometimes white. White is uncommon but it does appear, usually white means they have a gift bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess. But the colors, red, yellow, gold, sable or any variation of, don’t exist in our world. It’s been so long since those colors have been seen they have pretty much been erased from our archives. Our mate is both, I don’t think there has ever been a wolf that was both red and gold, so who is she?

As I sprinted, my foot caught on something, sending me tumbling to the ground. Frozen with fear, I watched as the wolf lunged at me. I braced myself for the imminent pain, but instead, a deafening growl echoed through the forest. Opening my eyes, I found the attacking wolf hesitating, backing away. Behind me stood another creature: a towering wolf on two legs, unmistakably a Lycan. I gasped, realizing the forest legends of werewolves and Lycans weren't just myths; they were terrifyingly real.

"The forest has long been a realm where magic and mysticism intertwine. It harbors creatures that straddle the line between the mundane and the supernatural." Zoe leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Tell us, Magdalena, about the wolves we've encountered. Are they truly shapeshifters? And what draws them to our presence?" Magdalena's gaze seemed to penetrate their very souls as she responded. "Ah, the wolves of the forest. They are guardians of ancient wisdom, protectors of the delicate balance between light and darkness. They possess the ability to assume human form, blending seamlessly into the tapestry of mortal existence."

Adolph asked, his tone light. “That stained glass mural…” Adolph looked over at it and hummed, “It’s been there since the temple was built.” “What do you think it means?” “I was told that the black wolf is the sword and the white wolf is the shield of the kingdom,” Adolph said. “Though, I’m pretty sure that the window is a depiction of the first conflict werewolves ever had with vampires long ago.” Laurel frowned. She’d never heard the story. Adolph slid closer, directing her gaze around the mural. In the beginning, the moon goddess and the sun god created everything. Werewolves and vampires were created as brother species and once loved equally.

I screamed in pain, and then I landed on all fours. As the red light gradually disappeared, my wolf form was revealed. To my astonishment, I realized I was a wolf with a body as white as snow. Legend has it that the white wolf is a scarce wolf species; before the werewolf world was chaotic like today, the white wolf was the lord of the wolves. Later, because of its rare fur, it was said that white was pursued closely, many of them were killed, and some were mated with wolves of other colors, resulting in the future generations of hybrids having changed.

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

As we ventured deeper into the village, I noticed the approach of several wolves, who began to whisper to each other. One wolf with shining fur spoke up: “She's a hybrid! What is the Alpha doing with a cursed creature?” A wolf with a harsh and imposing voice replied: “After this, we will all be considered cursed, for the Goddess will not forgive us.” Another smaller wolf joined the group and asked: “Did the beast steal our king's mind?”

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.