Sea Wolf Book Novels & Stories

Started climbing again. I looked for another rock. Found nothing big enough. The wolf reached the top. Snarled. Crept closer. I backed up. Ran out of rock. Just the ocean behind me. Deep. Cold. Deadly with my injury. The wolf lunged. I jumped. Cold water shocked my system. Salt burned my wounds. My shoulder went numb. Useless. I kicked hard with my legs. Tried to surface. The ocean pulled at me. Heavy. Insistent. I broke through. Gasped for air. Went under again.

-We are talking about half a book, in the first place I don't think you have read it, it is not a very fluid subject to say, and in the second, unless you have a mind capable of knowing it by heart, I don't think you can do it- -I have it- Izen looked at her impressed- The truth is that just from reading a book I can remember its contents for as long as I want- she scratched her cheek- It's like an ability I've had since I was a child- she didn't think the wolf would believe her but he was amazed when he brought the book to her. -Well, I leave it in your hands, I hope a good job- It was the first time that Izen smiled at her, not openly, just the slanted edges of her lips, but that was bette

Twisting to King, who was struggling not to cry out but jerking at each burn, I threw my shadows with even greater strength at his chains, when my other Charms clutched him. Siobhanny swaggered behind King. Her eyes gleamed dangerously. “So close and yet…” She pointed up at the dripping ceiling, which frothed and foamed into a seething sea. “What happens when the tide comes in? Oh yes, it washes away the wicked wolves.” When she smiled, I knew that she meant to crash down the waves onto my Charms and drown them in heights.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

She prayed again to save her from the ferocious wolf. To her surprise, a hare jumped right on Ella’s chest, and the claws of Alpha Gabriel in his wolf form caught hold of the hare instead of her flesh. Soon the white wolf took a long leap again with the hare in his hand, tore it apart using its claws, and devoured the flesh of the hare. The wolf’s white face was already smeared with red blood, and soon it disappeared into the woods. The wolf form of Beta Leon closely followed the white wolf and vanished soon.

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

Lephone came in front of me with an old book in her hands. She started reading strange words from the book. Her voice was loud and clear even with the wind. The moment she spoke the first lines the waves grew bigger. Water splashed over my chest. The sea became angry. Strong currents pulled at my feet trying to drag me deeper. Lephone raised one hand high. She dipped the other into the water and touched my chest. "Hold him down," she ordered. Liam and Steffon pushed me under the water. I held my breath as the cold sea covered my head. Everything went dark. Her words kept coming from above the surface. They sounded like echoes in my ears. My wolf inside me stirred. He did not like this.