Novels About Wolves Novels & Stories

Wolves—six, seven, eight of them—pour onto the road, surrounding the truck. But these aren't normal wolves. Their eyes glow that same feral yellow, foam dripping from their jaws. "More rabid wolves," Sera says. "This isn't natural. Someone's creating them." "Can you fight?" "Do I have a choice?" Dante's smile is all teeth. "That's my girl." They shift in unison, bursting from the truck just as the first rabid wolf lunges.

Story of South Hills Pack was heart breaking, though how packs are being run these days I would call them foolish for being so generous with those who are kicked out by their own packs, but she was repeatedly saying one thing, that pack lived with the purpose and they were serving it. As the story was getting unfold, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the pain. Irene is the white wolf, a rare wolf born in a century which could only be born in a South Hill Pack, because it was the right place for her. Irene and I were connecting the dots, and everyone line we draw proves Margaret right.

It was now early morning and there were more than a few people who looked like they wished to do nothing more than go back to their beds. They were once again assembled at the pack ground but this time the were loading up vehicles with supplies and knives. Werewolves didn't use guns preferring close combat weapons. They were trained to fight in both human and wolf form, from a young age so they could be able to protect that pack if they needed to. Rhys and Peter were looking over a detailed map of the quarry area with squads of guards around them waiting to be given direction.

' I dispel the pressure from his anger and penetrate deeper into his consciousness. Images of Luca’s own transformation from midnight flickers through his brain like a movie. I see how he and the two other wolves run through the woods. I feel his playful joy as they race around and play. I see how they stop, sniffing at an animal trail and put in a unanimous howl. When a strange wolf’s howl answers them, the three wolves set off at high speed towards the source, a gray wolf, much larger than a real wolf, but with the same features.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

She didn’t understand why her father would send something like that but she read the books anyway to pass some time. Most of the books were about how wolves can turn into humans and if they find their mate, they are bound to protect them for the rest of their life. Marjorie use to fantasize about finding a wolf, hoping that he is her mate and taking her away somewhere she can finally become happy for the rest of her life. Although as she grows up, she starts thinking that her fantasy was only for children and she’s not a child anymore who should believe in wolf stories or the Alpha among the wolves.

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

“She has them tangled. The entire kingdom would be distracted. They will not see us coming until we are already inside them.” The Shadow God turned his head toward the book. “And this?” I picked it up. The leather was warm, which was wrong in this cold. “The Book of Wolves.” “Open it.” I did. The first pages smelled like dust. The writing moved when I wasn’t looking at it, shifting like insects under glass. It spoke of the Aurion wolves. Noble. Bound to the sun. Keepers of law. It spoke of the Noctaryn wolves. Ruthless. Bound to the moon. Keepers of teeth. And then it spoke of someone who had decided to be different.

Never anything like this though. Killing had become so normal to me. It was essential to my basic survival when I had been cast out of my pack. Hybrids were rare and unnatural to most wolves, so I was only seen as a threat whenever I came across a rogue. I could still clearly remember the first time Cinnabar had taken over my body and spilled blood in my name. I had been starving and traveling for nearly a week when a putrid smelling brown wolf tried to claim my life.

"Do you remember his name? Well, if it's not indiscreet." "Hmm 'Sullivan' something like that, but I can check in the register if you want." Derrick proposed "No need, thank you." So Nate had been here. I looked at the book in question and the title immediately sharpened my curiosity. 'The Wolves of Newcastle.' "An old book. The author tells inside his experience with a pack of wolves. But we never really knew which category to classify his book." He said "And why is that?" Leafing through the document "Several years after the book was published, he confessed in a conference that this work was based on real events. That nothing was fictional. He had said, I quote, 'They are among us, taking