Sans Wolf Novels & Stories

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

I wasn't the stubborn southern wolf I used to be. The dream came, It did not flow like a story. It struck my consciousness in terrifying fragments. First came the snow, an endless, blinding white desert falling from a choked sky. Then came the crimson, a spray of fresh blood staining the snow like spilled ink. Somewhere far away, echoing off the mountains, wolves were howling. Not a mourning howl. A hunting howl. A sound of slaughter.

Zayn screams that I should get behind him which I did gladly although not so sure there was much he could do to save us. I couldn't help but tremble in fear, as I thought of all the things I didn't get to do throughout my miserable life. I watched as the wolves geared forward towards us but somehow got intercepted by another larger looking pack of wolves. I tried my best to control my raging breath as intense fear overwhelmed me. There were a lot of quick movements, my eyes unable to follow and before I knew what was happening, my legs gave way. I fell loudly to the floor as my eyes slowly shut close. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground by the now familiar scent I was addicted t

he had banned the annual mate hunt where single females were chased down through the woods by groups of males until they found their mates. She had changed all of that, now the females could decide if they wanted to be mated or not and if they chose not to it could be postponed for a year or two. Alexis was secretly pleased that most of the females still wanted to be mated and have pups but some of them did want to go to university or out to work and he now had two female Gammas as well as Gideon and Luke. After receiving her certificate she came back to their seats and hugged them both kissing her passionately until she giggled and told him to save it for later when they had put Zaydon to

Night crept in slowly, bringing with it a chill that pierced the skin. Under the full moonlight that bathed the forest in a silvery glow, two wolf figures galloped through the night mist. In front, Altair, a large white wolf with fur that glistened like snow, was traveling at full speed. Behind him, a slightly smaller gray wolf followed with regular breathing-that was Devota.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

"Take off your clothes and get on the fucking bed right now." ****************** Knox's massive black wolf prowled silently through the dense woods, its fur blending seamlessly with the shadows. Each step was calculated, each movement executed with unwavering determination. As he approached the border of the Moonlight pack's territory, a surge of anticipation surged through his veins.

His jealousy for Francesca was turning into hate and unpredictable anger. The vampires fought!!; trying to cage Sniw who had broken lose and no attacking every and any vampire that came to sight!!, she was like a mad wolf!, well in away!, she is a mad wolf who is determined not to be killed and used for sacrifice, the anger in snow was enough for her to kill the vampires of lower ranking sand as well witches.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

It was growling fiercely and showing teeth. Waverly wasn't sure what was going on but from the looks of it these two wolves were ready to help her.. Waverly shut her eyes and her bones began to snap in and out of place as Winter took over. Seconds later where Waverly stood her bright white wolf was there ready to fight. Winter was lethal and didn't take any time. As the men looked around at the three wolves unsure what to do, Winter took the advantage and lunged at one of the men, quickly ripping his throat out. He didn't even have time to scream. He hit the ground dead. Winter’s eyes narrowed in the next man. The man began trying to shift but the red brown wolf grabbed ahold of his leg with