Red And Wolf Novels & Stories

My wolf complained. 𝑁𝑜, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑑. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡. I told Red. Red is the name of my wolf.

Having the red wolf compound also brought those who were just interested in living this close to werewolf history. When my mom, Raina, shifted into a red wolf for the first time over 20 years ago, she was the first red wolf to shift in over 200 years. The red wolf was profoundly significant for all werewolves. In addition to having special abilities related to the manipulation of emotions and behaviors in others, the red wolf also serves as a beacon of peace. Just having a red wolf alive was enough to bring a period of peace to all werewolves.

It wasn’t a good different, nor was it a bad one—it was just different. “Well, whether or not they were happy with the government, it did come to an end with the second red wolf. It actually happened over a hundred years ago. The red wolf was born into the royal family. The color of his fur was definitely not inconspicuous. From what the servants knew, the first wolf of that color had been a menace. They feared for their lives.” Mordeu nodded his head, “As they should, if I were them, I’d have escaped immediately I saw the baby.”

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

That’s why they were given the rooms near me, so I can better protect them. My dad rarely stays in this house. He and his cohorts stay at the beta’s fancy residence. Would be nice if he was here right now, but I couldn’t feel his alpha presence so I know we’re on our own. Fuck. There’s not much known about the origins of the red wolves. Apparently, they are part werewolves, part coyotes, and full breed devastators. Makes me wonder how they breached pass the patrol guys stationed at the boarders. The only thing I can think of is they came through the city, seemingly acting as passers-by or tourists, and attacked at the break of dawn, when we least expect it.

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.

My wolf turned around so fast I almost got whiplash. After a brief moment of rustling clothes and then cracking bones, I turned to see a black wolf with fiery red eyes. When he said he was a warrior wolf, I did not understand that he meant just that. As I stared at the wolf with pitch-black fur and not a drop of colour mixed in, I knew he had not exaggerated. Wolves of this coloring were well known for their strength, just as wolves like Ana were known for carrying generational wisdom.

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?

Why go and add a red wolf to the mix? Jacob's expression was black as thunder. His fists clenched tightly, and he shouted at the servants, "Bring me every wolf in the clan who bears that same crimson mark!" Soon, four wolf beastmen were brought in. Three of them were white wolves, one was a red wolf. When I saw the red wolf's face, even I couldn't help but let out a sigh. That seductive beauty could rival anyone from the fox clan. Bella had always been obsessed with appearances. No wonder she risked everything for a night with him.