Sea Wolf Book Novels & Stories

Paws twice the size of any normal wolf, each one radiating raw, primal power. And those eyes…fierce, burning red like molten fire. "What are you?" I whispered, unable to look away. "Not what. Who." It was a soft yet thunderous voice that spoke with authority. Her paws inched closer, and so did I. It was like my body was drawn to this wolf in front of me. Slowly I reached forward, my hand wavering slightly, but she did the unexpected. The wolf lowered her head to reach my height. "My name is Sea, your wolf."

“The Pack is curious, they want to meet their Luna, and I don’t want their first introduction to be at the pack run, pyre ceremonies.” “Wise choice, Alpha,” she said. “I’ll be off then, preparing my blessing and choosing my herbs.” We hugged and Elara swept from the room with as much flair as when she’d entered. Soree sat back down and devoted her attention to her homework. I strode over to the bookcase and looked at some of the wolf lore books arranged on one of the upper shelves. I scanned the titles and chose two that I hoped contained information on dead wolves. I brought them back to my desk, and flipped through them. They were written long before a table of contents was probably even a

Like someone had placed it there for me to find. My fingers curled around the book. I lifted it slowly, carefully opening the cover. There was no title. Just brittle pages covered in faded script and lunar markings. Symbols I didn’t recognise. In the middle of the book, tucked between a page of symbols and another of warnings, I saw it. A story of a wolf with a soul that refused to leave the world of the living. It told of a warrior who died in battle, his body cold, his mate devastated. But she didn’t let go.

" A stitch in nine saves five, the gods said, Four Wolves gather at the mountain , One rises above the rest Evil shall cover the sticks. " Those were the sayings of the prophecy, "Do you understand it, Wolf?", Isak passed it onto Alec,hoping to get an answer, they all looked fazed, "What's the essence of this riddle Blanco?",Alec asked, "Well your father while he was alive, told me about the worlds outside the mundane world ,that there were four spirits which I believe you possess one, eyes meeting that of Isak,and Kera has two, "where are you leading with all of this Blanco.", Isak asked, "I think I understand the riddle. ", Mannon said, cutting the tension amidst the whole group, "What do

I went to the inner room to check for a book that could be of help at all. In the dim light of the library hall, I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing along different volumes of books. The air was thick with the scent of dusty and old paper. As I turned a corner, an old, leather-bound book caught my eye. Its name cover was wrapped with strange design that seemed to shimmer faintly from the rest. It was the eyes of the rarest species of werewolves...... The white wolves. Curiosity got the better of me, I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it.

Selene turned around and looked at the book before turning back to him. He was smiling widely and rubbing his hands together. ”It doesn't say much, it’s folklore, a story told to the children of the Shadow Land Pack about the original queen and her wolf, Alana,” all of us perked up and straightened our backs. Selene was watching him intently, I wondered if she had contacted her wolf and asked about this by now but she hadn't said anything. ”What does it say about the wolf?” She asked him. He gestured for the book.

" Since then the queen became a history inspiring the generations to come with her heroic and brave deeds. I did heard of the story of the thunder wolf when I was a kid but I never believed it. Majority of the people disregarded this story ,only few who said they had seen this wolf believed in it. I turned around the book to see it's cover History of the unknown I turned the first page to see it's edition 20th February,2016 I have never seen this book before and didn't even knew that it existed till now. I turned the pages to see if I could find something about this thunder wolf but it was not mentioned anywhere else. At last I opened the page with the thunder mark and traced it with my fing

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

“Do you love Halle that much that you’ll come all the way out here to find her?” “Stop asking him dumb questions.” My voice was faint. “You’re lucky he didn’t kill you the same way he dropped your men.” Chloe’s eyes darkened. “If both of you are so in love, I hope she has told you the truth about her wolf.” The words hit me like a fist in the ribs. That was low. Really low. Every hair around my arms prickled. My breathing became heavy, and for a moment, I thought I would pass out.