Red Wolf Novel Novels & Stories

Haley It seems blood red wolves have used this book as a journal and it gets passed down to the next one. The last entry is from the fifties. I can’t believe what I am reading. This has got to be some sick joke right? ‘December 1952 A dark witch has successfully created a potion that will make a blood red wolf obedient to her master. There is no known cure at this time. My mother is lost, gone and I’m never going to get her back. Blood red wolves beware, trust no one. I have gone into hiding deep in the woods where no humans or wolves live. It’s a hard life but at least I am free.’

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.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

“Are you looking for something specific in this book?” “Not really.” I turn the pages, looking at the handwritten cursive ink. Raphael caresses my shoulder, watching me. “The Battle of the Fallen.” I skim through the pages and begin to read the book out loud. “The Raven Wolf King was locked in battle with the High Wolf King. Early 15th century. The battle raged for days until both monarchs finally met in battle, locking in a gruesome sword fight. Ravens flocked to their master as they waited to do his bidding. The High Wolf King fought with valor with all odds stacked against him, for the Raven Wolf King was known for his resilience and invincibility—the devil man was known not to die.” I re

I handed my dad the most recent report that we had received. My dad clenched his jaw as he looked over the report. Over the last few weeks, the threat to the red wolves had increased significantly. It wasn’t just that other wolves were trying to use the red wolf, which had been a significant threat for years. A power hungry Alpha considered the red wolf their golden ticket to gaining power. But these threats seemed to indicate that the rogues were working with other creatures, specifically vampires.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her? The woods grow darker in the setting sun, but that is no problem for a wolf. For a human on the other hand, the woods are as dark as midnight in a moonless night. Though Crimson Hills remains one of the safest places for both werewolves and humans alike, the woods are often crawling with wild animals. A new scent wafts to my nostrils with the wind. Blood. Though faint, the smell is right there next to the combination that says Wilda to me. I need to find her fast.

An angry purr vibrated against the window, prompting me to turn on the back porch light again. “What’s wrong?” “There is something outside. Do you have a customer who brings a large dog to the bar?” “Of course not.” He came to stand with me at the window. “There is a pack of wolves that roam over the hills.” “Wolves!” “They have been here for generations, but never come to town. I don’t see anything.” “I’m not crazy, Uncle Harris. I heard an animal out here all night.” He kissed my head, omitting an answer before going into the bathroom.

I don’t know how or if I should. Nova’s red wolf slides across the ground, swiping wicked sharp claws across the side of the white wolf that Ethan tosses away. Laxus’s blonde wolf bites down on the neck of a black fur rogue, shaking it until it goes limp while my father and Aaron circle three rogues, batting at them with their claws.