Sam Twilight Wolf Novels & Stories

As I am sitting in the examining room with my Mother waiting on the pack doctor to come in and hopefully tell us why my shifting is so unusual but when he came back to talk to us he only had more questions than answers. “ I’m sorry Luna Ravens but I don’t have any answers for you. She seems to be a perfectly healthy seven year old girl. Are you sure that she said that she had two wolves inside her head?” He asked suspiciously. “ Yes doctor, that is what she said. One is named Morgana and the other is named Michael. And when she shifts, there are two very distinct differences in her wolf.” My Mother replied back to him while becoming irritated. “ Like I said, in all appearances she is a norma

He was sniffing the air and looking left and right. Before I could ask him what the matter was, he lifted me again and started running through the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked, but I didn't need to wonder about why we were running anymore when I heard them coming. We got to a clearing in the woods that had a tiny cave. Oscar placed me in it and shifted back to his werewolf form. In less than two minutes, the other wolves had arrived. "Hand that girl over, Alpha Wilde." I heard one of them say. I knew now that the blonde knew him well because she called him Alpha too. His full name must have been Mr Alpha Oscar Wilde. I wondered why he hid the Alpha part.

Anxiously checking the time repeatedly, I am afraid Gran will go home first. “Were you dying?” I asked in a whisper. Saga laughed with amusement. A few of the other girls turned their heads. “You mostly watch vampire movies, Bara.” Saga grinned. “What do you expect? The story of the creation of the vampire version of Edward Cullen or Jasper Hale? Emmet?” I almost choked. “How do you know those names?” “My foster sister is a big fan of the Twilight series,” Saga answered embarrassed. He waved nonchalantly. “I'm not dying. I'm alive, hale and hearty.”

"Yes, I am. But as you've said, these new generation of White Wolf's soldiers are currently the best Wolf's. The best thing to know the enemy's weakness is to befriend with them." "Is this really is it? You're just interested in this red lips gay gay White Wolf soldier right? He swings in your way and just happen to be your perfect combination. Alexander, I just wanted to remind you, Alexandra seduced two gorgeous White Wolf's soldiers before and was successful of it. But it ended in a tragedy. We don't want you to be like Alexandra, Alexander. We don't want to repeat another tragedy."

"It means exactly what it sounds like. I. Don't. Have. A. Wolf. I can't shift. I'm basically just a human." "But how? How is that possible? Your twin has one and you smell like a werewolf…" "Because I made a dumb mistake seven years ago. I was only twelve and really stupid, and now I don't have a wolf anymore." She began sobbing again, and I decided to stop with the questions for the time being. But I still wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything. And, most of all, I wanted to make it better. I wanted to fix whatever was making Gigi cry so much.

But to do that I have to endure the shifting, I'll have to leave my parent's home and move into the alpha's place, all kids my age have to do it. Wolves are immortal and take our sweet time before bringing kids into this world, my siblings are old enough to be my parents not that we show, the whole pack look around the twenty to the thirty-year-old mark. Only the elderly look old enough to be in their forties, now although I'm going through my puberty being a hundred years old, I only look like I'm sixteen, I could pass as seventeen sometimes in the human world.

Her tears dried off and her eyes widened towards the reality of what he had said. She swallowed a lump in her throat while she still stared at him, her hands falling to the side of her body, and another tear dropped from her eyes. “If I couldn't stop the phantom, there's no way you can ever do that.!” He said again. He just had to utter the truth roughly, letting them see why he wasn't supporting the idea in her head. She was only a werewolf who had learned the act of shifting into her wolf form. Any other thing which had to do with battle, his daughter Mila was unskilled in it.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

Come back to the in-between. The 'in-between'. The place she had visited before, a liminal space connecting her conscious mind, her wolf, and the deeper currents of her being. It felt… safer than the twilight world. Less demanding. Reluctantly, Sofia allowed herself to drift, to follow Lyra’s call. The identity of the Wolf Born Twice, the ruthless survivor, didn’t vanish entirely, but receded, like a tide drawing back from the shore. The twilight forest dissolved into a swirling mist of soft, pearlescent light. There was no ground, no sky, only a gentle luminescence that hummed with quiet energy.

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.