Real Wolf Ears Novels & Stories

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

Nikau's wolf form was a sight to behold. His fur was a rich, golden color that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. He was lean and muscular, his legs ending in powerful paws with sharp claws that could easily tear through flesh. His tail was long and bushy, and his ears were tall and pointed. His eyes, once dull and filled with pain, now shone bright and alert. He was a magnificent creature, and I could not help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude to have him as my companion.

But when I look closer I see a pair of red eyes looking directly up to this window. “ Hey guys!!” I yelled not taking my eyes off the pair of eyes “ GUYS!!” I yelled louder, I swear they need to get their ears checked. I watched as the eyes moved closer to the edge of the woods coming into full view. It was a wolf, one with gold underbelly and white fur, it’s red eyes glowing under the sunlight. I tried pulling away when I heard them running up the stairs. It wasn’t until Erik’s hand was placed on my shoulder.

It was my first time hearing this. "Are you okay honey? Is it still painful? Does it hurt anywhere else?" I quickly asked. He shook his head and finished his cookies. I looked at his ears again. Maybe he had touched something that caused the reaction in his ears. Tak was a really easy child. No allergies and doesn't get sick easily. There was no other explanation for this because only the ears of newly turned wolves are sensitive. Due to their lack of control and coordination at the beginning, their ears become very sensitive until they can control their five senses.

I shake the thought from my head and look back to where Ramon was. In his place is a massive wolf. Its golden eyes look me over and it sucks in a deep breath. A scar runs over its left eye and a small V has been torn into its right ear. I can only assume those marks come from a previous fight from years before. I swallow hard...really hard!

I hear my name again as well as soft padding on the floor and when I look up, I know for sure that I am dreaming. An enormous white wolf stood in front of me, it had red crescent moon markings on either side of its head, but the thing that made me freeze up was the fact that the wolf had three eyes. Two where they should be and one in the middle of its head, all of them are bright blue, similar to that of a Rogue. “Who…” I stutter, trying to cringe back from the wolf, but it continues to advance. “Who are you?” It seems to chuckle, then sits down on its hind legs and looks at me.

New skin cells rapidly regenerated, swallowing the wounds and healing them miraculously beneath the warm flow of water. Trembling, I reached out to wipe away the thick layer of condensation fogging up the large mirror. As my reflection cleared and became visible, my chest tightened in absolute, paralyzing horror. My long-standing black hair, starting from the roots beneath the warm water, was rapidly turning into a pure, pristine white, like the first snow of the season. My near-sighted eyes, blurred without glasses, could now clearly see every single crevice on the wall, but my pupils had shifted into a feral, vertical slit of icy blue. And most terrifying of all... right on top of my head,

The rustle sounded again, closer this time, and Reyland faced the direction of the noise. As he stared, a brightness started to glow from within the trees. More rustling, then, without warning, the largest wolf Reyland had ever seen stepped out of the darkness. I was a light grey, almost white fur, with a white underbelly. The wolf had bright blue eyes. Reyland gasped and fell to his knees. The wolf eyed him, then approached slowly, large paw after large paw.

These questions swirled in his mind, but he maintained his focus, determined to fulfil his duty as a werewolf protector. Suddenly, Mark halted, his body tensing. Ryder swiftly took cover behind a large tree, peering through the branches to see what had caught Mark's attention. In the clearing ahead, a pair of yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, revealing the presence of a formidable figure. The rogue wolf stood tall and muscular, its fur a dark shade of gray, bristling with aggression. It growled, revealing its massive teeth, while flexing its powerful claws. Ryder could sense the wild energy emanating from the creature and braced himself for the impending confrontation.

Alpha Lowell, who had come out of his room after hearing Ultima Wolf Ray's voice, rushes over to Howl Wolf Thor. He puts two fingers on his neck. "His pulse is weak," Alpha frowns. His wolf brain kicks in. "Howl Wolf Thor is in such a bad state. His mouth and nose filled with blood. One side of his eye was swollen as if someone had punched him repeatedly at the same spot. And there was blood under his ears, staining his grayish-black fur."