Robyn #wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

“I don't think we will be able to handle this.” “Dammit, stop making things so negative, wimpy!” he gritted his teeth. “If only I can find a way to get closer to him, all of these would be over.” “I doubt we can. Look at the silverhounds surrounding him as he’s casting that ancient spell, he looks so protected!” “Goddamn it. He looks so creepy doing magic. He’s like a maniacal lunatic.” “How the hell did he awaken so many wolves?!” Robynn gritted his teeth when one of the beasts landed on their front.

Brynn—or rather, her magnificent golden wolf, Solar. The wolf was a vision of breathtaking, lethal beauty under the moonlight. Her thick coat was the exact color of spun gold, gleaming like a sunbeam trapped in the dead of winter as she trod silently through the heather. She was hunting, her sleek, powerful frame moving with a fluid, mesmerizing grace that made Riheirk’s dead heart give a sudden, violent thud against his ribs. He didn't know that this was entirely Rebecca’s doing—that the Queen had subtly suggested a night hunt to Brynn as a way to clear her head, knowing full well which glen the vampire commander frequented. All Riheirk knew was that the sight of her tore the breath right o

Ryan called out. The rogue warriors parted to grant a clear aisle for the mysterious daughter of Alpha Thorin to come through. Flanking her were her three wolves. The wolves snarled at the pack warriors with disdain as they arrived at the opening. Ryan was stunned. “CC?” he gasped. He wasn’t sure if this was real or in his head. She had haunted him for too long.

His wolf was named Xavier and he was quick to anger, but never cruel. Clayton is my best friend and that’s why when we had enough members he made me his beta. Our numbers were big enough that a beta was essential. Although we aren’t big enough to warrant a gamma just yet we are having new people join all the time and our family just continues to grow.

He also introduced his two warriors before stepping aside for another group of individuals to step forward. The next group of three were jackal shifters, a very close cousin to wolves. The Alpha of the Canis Pack was named Rory, and he was here with two of his warriors. The small groups rotated through introducing themselves. There was a trio of eagle shifters led by Evan, a pair of mated lynx shifters, Logan and Ruby, and a mountain lion shifter named Luca. The last of the group was a tall, imposing woman with a regal air. Her flowing robe was adorned with intricate patterns, and her face displayed wisdom beyond her years. The most stunning aspect about her was her eyes. They were the same

Rowan closed his fingers around the token. “Why are you helping us?” For the first time… The Raven hesitated. When he finally answered, his voice was quieter. “Because I’ve watched too many innocent people lose everything to the Lycan King.” He pulled his hood lower. Then turned away. Just before disappearing into the darkness, he stopped. Without looking back, he said, “If you eventually get to the white wolf… tell her not to channel all her powers there. She’ll understand.”A heartbeat later… He was gone. Only the whispering wind remained

“I missed you on purpose. If I wanted to hit you, sweetheart, we would not be talking.” My wolf let out a long, slow exhale. “Wonderful. She is insane.” “That is… reassuring,” I muttered. The woman grinned wider, clearly delighted. “You are courageous. Stupid, but courageous. I like that.” She lifted her chin, offering a mock formal bow. “I am Lyria. Female warrior of Duskmoor. The best one, actually. Everyone knows it except the men who pretend they do not. But they cry about it in private.”

She used the techniques Ronan had subtly demonstrated, her movements adapting to the forest’s terrain, using shadows and trees as cover. The battle was short but brutal. Lyra, despite her smaller stature, managed to injure the rogue wolf, forcing it to retreat with a wounded pride. She emerged victorious, her body bruised but her spirit unbroken. The ShadowClan, witnessing her courageous intervention, watched in awe. Her unexpected display of strength and loyalty cemented her position within the pack. The elders, initially hesitant, now saw her not as an outsider but as a valuable member, their appreciation evident in their approving nods. Elara, whom she’d saved, became a steadfast friend a

"Believe me, Georgia. Elliott isn't going to get away with this. He's not going to live to see the sunset today.” After a moment, she closed her eyes. It took some time, but soon, a small multi-colored wolf emerged. “Very good,” Walker said, patting Georgia’s wolf on the back softly. “This wolf right here is Zara, and this is Sabrina, a witch. I’m going to shift right now, and Sabrina here is going to accelerate my healing. We are going to track down the others, and when we get there, we're going to find a place for you to hide, okay?”

‘That’s the one. The wolf stared back at me. Then without another word, Miqella took off running. Robin, the little brat, would surely appreciate the resources. Maybe if she danced around trying to fix it long enough, she accidentally would. Then, I’d benefit as well. But even if she didn’t, I knew by now, that killing her would be brutal. I hadn’t told anyone of the development though, most of my pack still wanted blood. Robin, to my shock, had smelled like lavender and moonlight. The little wolf had stirred my own.