Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, patting his mane as he noshed his grass. Vulcan was a roman name for the lord of fire. And this horse appread as ferocious as fire. "Chester, his name is Chester. And you can't claim him." said a girlish voice before feets rushed towards me crumbling the hay cladded floor in the process. Ignoring the voice behind me, I kept patting my horse trying to grab his attention from the damn grass. "Vulcan, look at me my dear." I tried once again but in vain.

he added “Nicholas,” they heard another voice call yet to another alpha with a mask on, they must be the host since they one was so brave not to wear a mask like the other wolves while this wolf did, “ Why are you scaring our guest!” He called as he moved forward, “ sorry about that, would you care to join us in the guest lounge, your highness, I can say we’ve had many noble men come to these meetups, but non as graceful and benevolent as you, your grace” he called slyly, “and I know you don’t want that secret out that you are taking opium”

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

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.

"A beautiful male wolf should always have fresh flowers on a mating date." "A date?" I ask, my brain feeling totally scrambled. "Perfection," Ryker laughs loudly, giving Ivanov's massive shoulder a hard squeeze. "You are completely welcome, twin." The pack bartender slides over to our slot and takes my order—a heavy pour of single malt fire-whiskey.

I lived in the Council Pack which is the smallest yet most elite pack on Celeste island. For years I wasn’t even sure if I had a wolf. I told myself if I didn’t have a wolf then I would move to Beldoore with Aunt Judy. I knew I was going to get my wolf later than everyone else because I’m a half breed. Most werewolves get their wolf around twelve or thirteen. I was fifteen. A late bloomer as my dad would so lovingly put. I was simply happy to have my wolf Selena. She’s a pretty light grey wolf with hints of white especially on her paws and tail. I wish she wasn’t so down and out, but I can’t blame her. The change hasn’t been easy for either of us.

"The Fixer bought it for me from a dark-market alchemist in the North. They call it The Wolf’s Eclipse." Heidi peeked out from behind Zach’s shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at the shimmering vial. "What... what does it do?" "It is concentrated, liquefied silver water," Katherine explained, her gray eyes gleaming with a manic, triumphant light. "If an adult wolf drinks this, they suffer a slow, agonizing death. But if a young pup, whose wolf core hasn't fully matured yet, drinks it... it doesn't kill the body. Oh no, it does something much better."

"You won't deny that you know him..." - I do not know! Michael snapped back at him. “And I wouldn't want to know. - The wolf continued in a calmer tone, drinking a glass of strong drink in one gulp. "My pack leader's daughter." - Daughter! - Korotkov, in surprise, even forgot to take a sip from his glass, holding it by his face. - Daughter, son, what's the difference! - Waving his hand, Mikhail answered, pretending to have made a mistake with a drunken eye.

Strongly worried? - So-so, - I slightly scratched the skin on the border with the wound. It looked and, indeed, so-so. If I lose my arm, no sense of self-preservation will hold me back! - Sometimes numb, but mostly terribly whining. “Last time, everything healed on you quickly,” my chest ached unpleasantly from unsolicited childhood memories of life with wolf cubs, “Now you need another remedy, but you won’t like my recipe,” I already had a premonition of what she was driving at, but hope flickered in my imploring gaze, - Wolf saliva is an excellent regenerating agent.