Sam Twilight Wolf Novels & Stories

“So, he’s super fast and super strong?” “Why is that shocking? Aren’t our vampires super fast and strong?” “Yes, but not as strong as the wolves.” “Well, this series doesn’t get wolves until the second movie.” “There’s wolves?!” “Yeah, there’s a pack in the local native American tribe.” “Pack? That’s archaic.” “It’s a story, Max,” I finally huffed. “Can you just watch?” Maximus grumbled and dropped my hand to cross his arms over his chest. He did not seem to be enjoying Twilight. I, honestly, didn’t blame him. This movie was seemingly glorifying the worst part of our lives at the moment. And badly.

The fear screaming from her eyes of the unknown would scar my soul for eternity. In a matter of minutes, a lovely white wolf lay in a puddle of blood and plasma. Esme panted heavily. Her eyes were wary but on mine. “You’re okay, Esmerelda.” A noise from the edge of my property made me look past her. The whole pack stood like sentries watching my mate. Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member.

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Moonlight came through the glass ceiling and lit up the hall. Marcus stood in the crowd with a cup of moon wine. He saw Rowan walking toward me. He raised his eyebrows and turned away. Rowan stopped in front of me. The hall went silent. He took a silver knife from his belt. The blade shone cold in the moonlight. It was a ceremonial token of Shadowfang Pack. He knelt on one knee, “Sylvia Whitmore.” His voice was not loud, but every wolf heard him. “My wolf soul chose you. It recognized you on your first day in the lab.”

I saw my best friend Willow looking up at me smiling with the sunlight hitting her face. She really was pretty she had short chocolate brown hair and brown eyes to match, she was pale like me. I smiled back at her waving. “Hey you guys, I’m sorry it took so long I was finishing up cleaning”. “Are you excited for your birthday tonight? You’ll finally get your wolf! I bet she’ll be so beautiful.” “Thank you willow, I’m just scared, I wish my parents could be here to help me”. I smiled sadly at them. “Of course she’ll be beautiful! I mean its Star were talking about here. But seriously, Star If you need someone tonight when you shift, I'll be there”.

“Hmph, I knew Madeleine would not share the knowledge with you and my little brother is just a softie. He did not have the heart to tell you this either, I guess.” Talia had been approaching us and she let out a low whistle upon hearing aunt’s words. “What should we know?” Her eyebrows danced in excitement. “Well, for starters. You awaken your wolf on the day of your eighteenth birthday. A day consists of twenty-four hours. So, it is not like you would cut the cake and magically hear another voice in your head. That could happen anytime throughout the day. And, sometimes, just like your mother, you may not feel anything at all.”

It would be easier for me to accept such sublime zombie feelings. - How it works? - I suddenly asked, - How is the imprint? Or how? It wasn't exactly the start he expected. - Imprint? What's this? - okay, we haven't read Twilight. Literature has been written about them, by the way, I could have been curious. - Well, this is from the Twilight books, where the wolf found its mate, imprinted with one glance - and all the other is not needed. Here - this is already a familiar look, looking at me as if I were stupid.

Scarlett’s POV Elara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."

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.

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.