Sans Wolf Novels & Stories

I looked on in rage as a bunch of black wolves attacked Alzaraq, bitting at his arms and pinning him down. "No!" If they win, it's over for us. It was so fast. A speeding wolf grabbed Snow by the throat, bitting at her neck and I watched as her blood spurted out from her throat. "NICHA!!!" I bellowed, picking up my swords and driving them into the Wolf's side.. Bloody, Snow fell to the ground. Slowly reverting back to her human form. I picked her and cracked away, running as fast as I could until I got to the slope that led down to her little village.

"Without thinking, I headed towards the lake. But then I remembered I had promised not to go to the lake alone, so I took the trail towards the vista. I sat at the overlook and talked to my wolf for a little while, trying to figure out how I feel about Carson. My wolf and I don't really agree on much, including Carson." "When I got back up, I decided to follow the trail along the ledge and come out on the far side of town. I didn't get far before I heard voices. I assumed it was Warriors on patrol. As I came around a bend, I realized the males weren't our Warriors and I froze. My wolf screamed Danger and I told her to shut up as I turned to run. I wasn't fast enough and they caught me. One g

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

My wolf had been quiet in my head the entire flight, everyone was quiet, and it was strange. I seemed to have more time to think, but then I just ended up wasting that time wondering why no one was talking. I hate the silence, so I was ecstatic when our plan finally landed but what I didn’t prepare for was it being this cold. When I stepped off the plane, I was hit by the bitter northern wind. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. There was fresh snow on the ground and a lot of it, something I had never seen before. It occasionally snowed back home but it was a light dusting, maybe half an inch, but nothing like this. My wolf, Lasaya, was running laps around my head wanting to get out an

In his embrace, I sensed my wolf's contentment, purring in the arms of her mate, a longing finally fulfilled. Afterward, my wolf Savannah appeared to recover and began assisting me in understanding the collaboration between a wolf and a banshee. Savannah discovered that Ace Wolf's name was Cash. She would become playful and shift into her wolf form whenever Ace appeared. Ace found it amusing at first, laughing and transforming into his wolf. We gave them the freedom to frolic together, which alleviated our anxiety.

"You can guard my flank in the timber, or you can watch my back from the parapet. But you will not keep me in the dark. Pack the sleds." ​The northern wastes are a vast, white desert where the sky and the snow bleed into a single, blinding grey horizon. ​The wind howls through the frozen valleys, carrying the bitter, chemical stench of the acoustic weaponry long before we find the trail. We move in a tight, aggressive formation—myself and Clyde at the head of a fifty-wolf hunting party, our paws and boots breaking the pristine crust of the snow. Clyde has refused to leave my side, his obsidian wolf-spirit pacing just beneath his skin, a constant, silent threat wrapped in the smell of winter

Wolf Connor was also one of the toughest sons-of-bitches that Ice had ever known – what the man lacked in formal education, he more than made up for in street smarts, and Ice had come to respect the brain under that mop of permanently-tousled dark hair. Wolf’s wolf-gray eyes bore into Ice now, seeing below the surface, looking all the way into Ice’s soul, and as always, Ice knew that the other man was seeing far more than he was letting on. Wolf’s instincts were definitely primal, and he was rarely wrong when it came to making calls based on human behavior…. and despite knowing all of that, Ice still didn’t trust or support Wolf’s decision to gallivant off to Utah all alone.

Toby tried to explain but i could still hear Alpha Flynn’s low growl. Suddenly i heard bones cracking. Did he just change into his wolf form or something? Inside the freaking house? I quickly opened the door and walked outside. I found Toby, still in his human form, and Alpha Flynn, already changed into a big dark grey wolf. The frames on the wall are all on the floor, cracked. He obviously is bigger than any other wolf that I have ever seen. Even bigger than Toby's wolf form. "Mitzy, get inside your room right now!" Toby yelled, covering me with his arms.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

Winds lashed against them, stinging their skin like a thousand invisible whips. But Thora didn’t move. She shook her head, her voice eerily calm. “There is no safe place anymore.” She turned, her gaze dark. “This is just the beginning.” The weight of her words pressed down on them like a death sentence. Their hearts pounded. A deafening crash. A massive tree groaned before snapping at the roots, toppling like a fallen titan. A low, guttural growl tore through the storm. The Death Wolf lunged.