Red And Wolf Novels & Stories

Staring at her were the moulded wolves she had earlier seen before she started reading, only that this time they were real wolves. Wolves of different colors. Blue, red, yellow, black and white wolves.

His pack members had been a good source of encouragement and comfort, making moving on feel like a phase in life rather than an end. As Tate dodged branches and tree stumps, the rogues came closer into view. Two were black and one was red, wine red. Red wolves were extremely rare, and thought to be extinct generations ago. Tate himself had never seen one before. Red wolves were clairvoyants, and depending on their maturity and psychological stability, they could be either very accurate or inaccurate in telling the future. In the past, some of their precognition abilities were so inaccurate that their own clients had them slaughtered for poor fortune-telling.

It really angers him anytime he stares at her and remembers that he hadnt touched her. It even made him angry the more whenever his thoughts goes to that annoying male friend of hers.He was damn sure that guy must have had Nina on his bed a thousand times! "No.I'm saying my wolf did." he replied to her after minutes "That is just the bond between your wolf and mine.There is no bond between us and there will never be." Nina gritted her teeth.She couldn't believe what has just happened.She just married the one who killed her parents and almost wiped out her race!

Mika looked at her son at the sink with eyes asking for clarification. “No, you did not.” Luke shook his head while Leo nodded in agreement with what he said as he rinsed all the dishes from the right side of the sink. “The black one with crimson red details on it and the organization’s logo is at the upper right. The one that Leo used to play when you young, a wolf image is reflected when it hits light and that wolf is you. Instead of our human face, it takes our wolf face, every single detail of it. Although, you’ll get one when you hit eighteen. So, when you want to enter werewolf exclusive buildings and facilities, you need those.”

My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface. The meeting point was an abandoned gas station outside the city. Perfect for an ambush, terrible for peace talks. But I knew the man who stood waiting. Tall. Scar over his brow. Yellow eyes that hadn’t dulled with time. “Grim,” I muttered. He smiled. “Kelvin. Still alive.” “Barely. What are you doing here?” “We come in peace.” “Who’s ‘we’?” Grim stepped aside. Four wolves stood behind him. None shifted. None growled.

“He’s a red wolf too.” ________ Slowly, Khalid raised his head. Finally, I had the chance to meet his gaze—and his eyes were a dark, burning red. My breath caught in my throat. Had I gone too far? Mentioning Dilan’s wolf color had made him react. Maybe… just maybe, I had struck a nerve. “You know,” I said softly, “we’re both the two rarest wolf colors in the world. He’s a red wolf, and I’m black. We tend to get along with each other and—”

’ My wolf Rufina scoffed at me and went back to her old, usual stoic manner. ‘Don’t worry my girl.’ I told my wolf. ‘I have a feeling we will meet him again.’ I said as I tried to console her. She looked at me like saying, ‘Who’s worrying?’ ‘Uh, well. My bad, I misspoke.’ I grinned. As I stood up and stretched my body, I remembered that we are still in the middle of a pack run. “This is not good. A pack’s run is a serious business.” “Come on, Ron. Let’s rejoin the pack.”

He cleared his throat and sat up in his seat. 'look, I am telling you this because this wolf was different. It was delicate, feminine even' he said. It was my turn to sit up in my seat as I stared at him. 'feminine? What color was this wolf' I asked, my hopes soaring. 'The wolf was red in colour. Red just like fire' he replied. I sat up and stared at him, at a complete loss for words. I had finally found Phoenix. 'where is this wolf right now' I asked, hopefully.

I commanded and hung up. I hated Rogues, we had a bad history with them and all I've ever known is they're trouble. We never welcomed them and always drove them away even if they were just by the borderline. I parked my car and transformed into my wolf form. My wolf Drogo, is a Red wolf and red wolves are rare species of wolves, we were known to have more unique traits, for being mostly vicious and tough, our senses were more heightened and our characteristics are supreme to other wolves. Red wolves are rare but it was oddly a common trait in the nightfall pack.

Three young wolves sprang at my wolf’s haunches, snapping and growling, to get him to release the grey wolf. The memories of all the indignation I suffered at the hands of the pack played through my mind like a wicked movie and anger burnt like hellfire through my veins. It fueled the rage of the red wolf making him impervious to pain. He shook the grey wolf and discarded him like so much garbage. Turning on his attackers his canines dripping with blood and saliva he charged into them snarling. The snow turned scarlet with blood as the ball of fury rolled over the frozen ground.