Sara Wolf Novels & Stories

My wolf was highly agitated by this woman standing in front of us, blocking our way from following that scent. Moving around Katherine, I left my bike and ran down the street, trying to catch a hint of that scent once again. Rosy and citrusy…it was an unique scent that was hard to find on wolves. But as I traced it down the busy downtown area, leading to a restaurant in a populated area…I found the scent coming from the one person that I had no idea was even within my limits. Sarah Parker.

In one swipe, I cut off the bitten area. 'PAT' She jerked back, her eyes cautioning. Good. "So you would know about Sienna too." She scoffed as if what I said was in itself absurd, "That she's from the filthy dogs, Werewolves?" She scoffs, "So is the other half of the city. It wasn't even worth mentioning." I cut pieces by piece, slicing off only the parts that could give away my ruse. Sally wisely kept her mouth shut. She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face.

he was in charge. Sergeant Hakon Ragnar decided he was best suited to command the claws. So far I have had no problems with Kjel or Henk. Only Sven and Stribjörn grunted. Ragna stopped walking and looked up at the sky. The red sun began to set in the west. The sky on the far horizon was blood red, and the red light passing through the clouds made the mountain look strangely menacing. Ragnar seemed to be a haven for trolls and other terrifying beasts. There has been a lot of talk lately about a creature called the Wulfen. No one knew who started the horror story, but if the stories of amputation and gruesome death are true, the wolf was a truly terrifying animal. Ragnar suspected that the in

What was she doing? Class started. The teacher was talking. But I couldn't focus. Sara was right there. So close I could smell her perfume. Sweet. Too sweet. It made my stomach turn. I can perceive evil from her, my wolf said. I almost laughed out loud. "Really? Is that even possible to perceive?" I thought back at her. I wasn't taking her seriously. Evil? Come on. Sara was mean. Cruel even. But evil? Yes. Every wolf has an ability. And this is one of ours.

she taunted, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Did you really think I don't know you're a monster?" I shook my head, confusion and fear warring within me. "What monster?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sara's laughter grew louder, her body shaking with mirth. "You're a werewolf, a disgusting, evil hairy monster!" she spat, her words dripping with venom. I am a werewolf, but I am not a monster. I have never been, and I would never be. But how did Sara discover my secret?

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

“If you wanted, you could give me such a mark, and mine would represent your wolf. I had no right to mark you without your permission, not until the time was right. “The fact is that when we go into rut and heat, all sense and reason go out of the window. I should have had more restraint, but I didn’t, and I’m so sorry. I understand if you want to reject me and leave, I won’t stop you. But can you make it quick? We wolves don’t take rejection well,” Sara keeps eye contact with me for a few moments. Those few moments are the longest of my life. She leans forward, one hand on the sheet covering her breast and the other taking my hand in her own.

I said, as we walked. “Ohh! So exciting! My wolf is Sara, I just adore her. It’s a lot to get used to at first. But you’ll get the hang of it. Sharing your body, your mind. She’ll be your absolute best friend. The only person you can ever completely trust, no matter what,” she said, as we got to the picnic area.

Or else what she was doing here? "Good morning, Luna." She bowed before me. "Good morning." I replied. "You must be wondering why I am here?" She said. "Yes, why are you here? And what do you want from me?" "Luna, you may not remember, my name is Sarah. I am an omega she-wolf of this pack." She began speaking. But I interrupted her. "If you are a she-wolf, then why did you go to my restaurant that day? I and Elliot, none of us was werewolf." I asked.

Outside the Montana morning was pale and cold and thirty miles away twelve wolves were dead and Marcus Webb was somewhere in the wilderness between here and there, stronger than yesterday, moving faster than his old parameters allowed, escalating toward something neither of them had fully mapped yet. Sara laced her boots and felt her wolf settle into operational mode underneath the fear and thought: we need to end this before this pup is born into it. The thought was not new. But it was more urgent than it had been yesterday.