Rainbow Wolfoo Novels & Stories

I sit there beside Toby and people started to shove foods and drinks to our faces. "No, thank you." I refused the glass of beer kindly. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. "Hey, Mitz, Toby..." A girl's voice. I turned my head and saw a girl with black hair smiling at me. "I'm Naya. I'm the only female Quill Warrior." She said, sounding so proud. I would also be proud if i was her. "Stop showing off, Naya." Toby rolled his eyes. "What? Should I also tell her about the last battle that we had? You know, when i totally kicked your..."

“There’s a group organizing werewolves from all the packs I destroyed. Some want peace. Others want revenge. If I don’t try to reach the ones who want peace, this is going to escalate into war.” “And you think talking to us will prevent that?” The young man from earlier laughed bitterly. “We’re one small pack. What influence do we have?” “More than you think,” Ryker interjected. “The Alliance respects the Clearwater Pack. You’ve rebuilt without seeking revenge, focused on survival instead of retaliation. That carries weight with the moderate faction.” “The moderate faction,” Marta repeated. “And the other faction? The ones who want blood?” “Led primarily by Alpha James of the Red Dawn Pack,”

“Snowbloom is highly monitored. No carriage leaves Ironclad without inspection.” Viana leaned forward slightly, voice cool. “Yet it still found its way into our territory.” “Our people are dying,” I added. “They are feverish, hallucinating and losing their wolves. Every symptom points to exposure.” “We would never poison Bloodmoon,” Rowan said, a hint of defense leaking into his tone. “We rely on your alliance far too deeply.” “Then explain how your flowers entered our borders,” Viana replied. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it cut sharper than any blade in the room.

“You don’t get to talk about me like I’m yours.” Rowan’s gaze holds mine, amused. “You’re here, aren’t you?” Nate cuts through the moment like a blade. “Antidote. Now.” Rowan looks at Nate, considering. “You’re surprisingly annoying.” Nate’s tone stays calm. “You’re surprisingly talkative for a man in silver.” Rowan’s smile thins. Then he sighs theatrically, as if granting mercy. “Dawnmilk,” he says. “And wolfsage, high concentration. Flush the lungs. Counter the sedative. Burn it out fast.”

Brynn—or rather, her magnificent golden wolf, Solar. The wolf was a vision of breathtaking, lethal beauty under the moonlight. Her thick coat was the exact color of spun gold, gleaming like a sunbeam trapped in the dead of winter as she trod silently through the heather. She was hunting, her sleek, powerful frame moving with a fluid, mesmerizing grace that made Riheirk’s dead heart give a sudden, violent thud against his ribs. He didn't know that this was entirely Rebecca’s doing—that the Queen had subtly suggested a night hunt to Brynn as a way to clear her head, knowing full well which glen the vampire commander frequented. All Riheirk knew was that the sight of her tore the breath right o

I used the Right of the Wolf,” Anar says in a hoarse voice. “Before Mother Moon, called by people and nonhumans Selena, Mene, Diana and a hundred other names, the son of a cursed family, with the name Arnar bestowed by you, demands the Right of the Wolf,” Lily said without hesitation. Wake her up at night and she won't remember her name, but the phrase is deeply rooted. The words, whispered at the edge of hearing, made Leo laugh out loud. - Seriously? he says through laughter. “God,” Valeria says under her breath.

His laughter came out more as huffs than actual laughter through his snout, but it rang loud and clear through their bond. This seemed to make the soaked wolf even angrier as his russet-colored pelt turned a darker shade of red mixed with brown and hung down his face like a drowned cat. Aiden chuckled even louder in his head, which naturally escaped as chuffs in his current form, if he had been human, he would have thrown his head back and bellowed out his enjoyment.

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

The morning rain kept people at home. The town square was quiet as they passed through it and when the boutique came into sight, Rachel said a silent prayer of protection. She could only imagine the magnitude of what they would find inside. This wouldn’t be her first time coaxing a spirit out of a vessel, but the first involving a werewolf. She noticed that Stefano’s demeanor had changed from when they left home. He seemed pensive and she knew he was worried about Melora.