Red Wolf Novel Novels & Stories

HAYLEE ~<>~ While waiting for my test results and Xalen’s return to the palace, I dug into the one book that seemed to have held on to my attention and mind—Cursed in Crimson. Just like Flavia narrated briefly, the first red wolf was quite phenomenal and pitiful. Reading about her felt like torture because I could have sworn I was transported back in time to the era and place she existed. I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm.

Clair Anderson did not understand why the red wolf was holding small chats with her. Turning was the only option as her dirty brown fur came forward. Her wolf growled at the wolf but it stood not backing away. “It's now or never” the rogues swiftly transform as they all dash in different directions running for their life. Clair Anderson ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her paws hurt from the broken branches and thorns she stepped on but she dared not stop, not when the breaking noise and painful howl of the rogues reminded her of what her soon-to-be fate would be if she is caught by the strange wolf.

Plus lets not forget the absence of my own mother from such a young age. A few Christmases ago, Elias gifted me a beautiful leather bound journaling book, with parchment paper inside and a dragon design hot pressed into the light brown material. Making the creature and pattern around it a darker shade, with a metallic hook clasp like a diary to keep it shut and the pages protected. It gave me the idea to note down my experiences, thoughts and feelings about my journey to discover my hidden powers and heritage, some tips that might help my pups, if goddess forbid something happens to me, or possible future generations to understand what is happening to them. An account of my own thoughts and

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

"Fine by me if you want to end it in our other forms." In an instant the man was a wolf. Her bones shifted and the pain from the broken ribs was excruciating. Once she was a wolf Clara stood on all fours. The other wolf blocked her exit. He started snarling at her, lunging forward. She moved out of the way each time, but he was forcing her backwards. Realizing she would have to go through him, Clara hurled herself forward. She caught him off-guard, but not enough to knock him down. She felt his teeth sink into her back and she let out a yelp. He clamped down hard and shook his head back and forth grinding his teeth in the process.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

WILLA’S POV The red wolf prowled in the packhouse garden below, its fur gleaming like fire in the sunset’s dying light. My throat felt parched. That wolf—it was the same one that had saved me from the female hunter. There was no mistaking it. The dire wolf. A noise behind me shattered my thoughts, and when I looked back, the wolf was gone, nothing but the rustling leaves left in its wake. It must have vaulted over the fence. Maybe.

His thoughts constant wandered off to Maddie. Then he saw her smile, felt the softness of her skin when he caressed her, he heard her moan when he kissed her on the neck, he felt her drive him mad, with her caressing hands on his body. ‘A quarter for your thoughts,’ said Wolf, entering the study. ‘Or a dollar, penny?’ He tossed Raven a can of beer. ‘Important book,’ he said, nodding at the leather-bound book. When Raven still made no move to pick it up, Wolf decided it might be better to tell the story.

Red wolves like the three of us had a strong and unique connection which no other wolf could feel or understand. Cassandra was not human. She was still very much the red wolf that I knew. And when I closed my eyes, I saw exactly what my wolf had seen. I saw her own wolf. It was badly injured and it had fallen into a deep slumber. And I saw its tears. It was crying in its sleep. It was bleeding a lot and had burned marks all over that my wolf had failed to connect to hers no matter how much it howled to call onto her.