Sans Wolf Novels & Stories

The last five wolves were The Giant and his four equally massive brothers. Ty, Trent, Tim, Trev, and Troy (the Giant) Kozlov were there to act as enforcers. If any of the new wolves misbehaved or tried to go off camp property, the Kozlov boys were there to stop them. Arthur didn't think they would try anything, but fresh wolves on their first change were always unpredictable and he didn't want trouble. Looking at the five men, she figured those new soldiers would be good as gold.

The only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.

The sky burned gold and red when Aaron reached the summit. Below him, the battlefield was littered with bodies, fires scattered across the fields, corpses twitching in a shallow pool of blood, some in human forms and others in their wolf forms. The scent of sweat and death mixed in the air like metal and sulfur. He charged forward, his boots pounding into the dirt with each step he took and every heartbeat against his rib cage sounded louder than thunder in his ears. Behind him, the wolves followed. tearing down the creatures that hovered close enough. But this was his fight.

He looked at the panting messenger rushing toward them. "Kill her? No." Solanke said. Death was too easy for Velda. The wolf, covered in dark red blood but grinning triumphantly, reported, "We've captured eighteen and killed the rest." Solanke slowly reached out and caught a snowflake. It melted in his palm. Then, as if performing a ritual, he closed his eyes for a moment, opened them sharply, and declared, "All Western Tribes' werewolves, withdraw from Darkclaw Town."

’ she rolls in the grass by the lake, even dragging her butt on the grass then sniffs herself before diving into the lake ‘you do realize doing all that made no sense right? ‘What do you mean human?’ ‘Noah’s wolf never mounted you so you are still untouched, it is only me that would carry his scent’ ‘are you sure?’ ‘yes I’m sure’ ‘you would carry the scent of Carsons wolf only if he mounts you, you only smell like yourself’ ‘m-maybe we can save ourselves this way? Tell them that I am untouched!’

dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides. The white wolf shook her whole body, trying to move back and forth, getting used to her new body, trying to take control over her wolf side. After a couple minutes she gained her control and started to play, she's just like Rory, she wants to play and mess around with me, and I'm here to keep her company.

The noise echoed through the room. Charlotte didn't look back, and instead kept walking, her steps heavy with frustration. The door continued to shake from the impact, adding to the noise and making her exit even more dramatic. Trent stood tiredly in front of the bathroom mirror, his hand resting on the countertop as he splashed water onto his face. The tiny traces of blood that clung to his fingers were washed away as he rubbed his hands together under the running water. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the bags under his eyes and the exhaustion etched onto his face. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain of his hangover.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

“There is a wolf. Very old. She lived before the curse. Before the First Ones created the bloodlines. She might know something about merging and separation. About consciousness and transformation.” “Where is she?” “Far. Three days' travel to the eastern mountains. She lives alone. Does not like visitors. But for you, she might make an exception.” Sera stood. “I can take you. Today if you want. Or you can wait. Rest more.” “No waiting. We need answers now. Before we lose ourselves completely.” I looked at Kade. “Can you travel?” “I can do anything if it means fixing this.” He stood. His legs were steadier than mine. Stronger. “We go today.”

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.