Selkies Novels & Stories

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

What kind of creatures are they? Sieghal knew that all the peoples of Shira believed that an entity always protected them whenever they went to sea to fish. With its blessing, the gods provided endless abundance and safety for the fishermen. However, no one knew what that entity was, so all of Shira believed they were sea guardian gods. But not Sieghal. While they believed it was god, Sieghal was convinced by what he saw as a child that it was not a god but a terrifying creature, massive and more dangerous than the most ferocious shark, always opening its mouth wide, ready to devour him at any time.

White heaven-bound birds were as brilliant rays from wind-dappled sea-water; their brightness amid otherwise infinite blue, gliding as free souls. In each wing-given arc they were the tips of a conductor's wand, a music for both eyes and soul, bringing a wave of sweet earthly joy. It was one of those baby-blue skies, not the psychedelic candy-blue nor the washed out grey so characteristic of wintry mornings. The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind, to travel our Earth.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

he said to her. "And you have brown," she answered back. "Blue eyes are rare," Hade argued back. "Yeah, and so are white-haired people but you have an entire clan of them and a seat holder in the Council," she said. Hade couldn't help but chuckle. The Whitlocks, headed by Councilman Cornelius Whitlock, is famous for the white hair all over their bodies and very pale skin. Some people call them the last Albinos. They were supposed to be extinct from the last Death Wave, but they miraculously emerged in this country.

This is the only way she could interact with them, properly teaching them how to defend themselves from humans who may seek out to destroy them. The human domain, despite drawing magic from other realms encompassing strange monsters and beasts that use magical abilities, have not yet encountered creatures such as these. Suriel took the wolves and settled down in the forest near the village of Kalda. She named these wolves Fenrir, Skoll, and Luna. Fenrir, who was the oldest of the three, has brown fur with peppered back fur covering his body and yellow eyes. Luna, the second oldest has pure white fur, rare even among normal wolves, as well as blue eyes. Skoll the youngest of the three has bla

Answering an advert for work, I spent the second half of winter and the start of spring on the Coast of Stones. With warm weather, the trader caravans would start moving again and so would I. Leaving this place above the sea and moving away from the seafaring Selkies who made up most of this village’s population. The only non-Selkies in the village were four other ruminant shifters and a widowed ostrich shifter. The Selkies spent the winter catching and canning their fish to sell. They were good, hard-working, loyal shifters, and I blended in with them well with my human’s dark eyes and caramel br

Pellethia uttered, “I don’t recognize any of these.” “Neither do I,” Lucianne responded as everyone else crowded around them to take a look. Xandar’s arms slid across Lucianne’s shoulders and abdomen from behind as he looked at the one with a cloak and thought aloud, “That one has to be a witch. Cloaks are the most common among their species. And that one…” he pointed at the one with the frilly ear, and declared, “…is probably a merfolk. This last one on this side looks like…”

The gnome in the brown cap asked. "Probably just a selkie. They are swimming all around here in secret. Someday I'll catch one of them ladies on land and make them be mine." The flat nosed gnome sounded almost tender. 'What's a selkie?' Aurora wondered. She did not remember reading about them in her book. Whatever they were, the gnome was smitten. Suddenly one of Aurora's hands lost its grasp. It had been holding on to the boulder against the waves for so long that it finally could not maintain its grip. She felt her feet pulled beneath her and for a moment she lost the sensation of the ground altogether. Just as the fingers of Aurora's other hand lost purchase, Devrim wrapped his arm around

There were some rumors among the people that Qontessah had so many guards around her not for her own protection but for the protection of those around her. This is why the island was constantly recruiting people who were solely handled by Xander. She was cruel and was labeled a witch, but Qontessah was eviler and frightening than she was. If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart.