Skyrim Wolf Novels & Stories

“Supreme Alpha, I respect the call to caution. But possession is a dangerous word. Wolves are not so easily broken. Are we certain?” Ryder’s jaw clenched, but before he spoke, Crystal did. “I am certain.” Every eye turned to her. The weight of it heavy, but she refused to look away. “I felt it,” she continued, her voice steady. “When we fought at Greenwood’s borders. Silver Fang’s wolves moved like puppets. Their eyes empty and unnatural. That is not strength born of training.” Elder Liam shifted with a frown. “Or perhaps you mistake adrenaline for shadows, girl. Wolves fight differently when cornered.”

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

"Fifty-eight wolves to go," Fenrik growled, his voice rough and raw, nearly lost beneath the snarling chaos around him. He stood in the heart of the battlefield, a hulking, blood-soaked beast with crimson eyes, fur bristling and teeth dripping with the blood of the Golden Eye wolves. His claws were stained and torn, but he didn't slow—not even for breath.

A minute or two goes by, I almost say never mind, and ask one of my other questions. “Remember dreaming of the white wolf?” Luka asked. “Yes…?” I answered. I remember him telling me it wasn’t a dream. But what did that have to do with my injuries? “Well, she was laying with you, so she could help speed up the healing. Our wolves' familiars can lend abilities like strength and speed, along with healing, but normally after bonding.” Luka explains, as he di,d I could hear the tension leaving him. “That sounds like what happened to me wasn’t normal.”

All eyes were on Rudolf as they saw the wolf taking over. "Don't do anything stupid Rudolf. You are in our home." Carr was furious that he would dare to even think of attacking anyone while in his territory. Konstantin knew that look in Rudolf's eyes. Rudolf looked for a moment like he was going to back down, but his companions knew better. The big silver wolf leaped into the air in front of Guillame just as Rudolf shifted and lunged. It happened so fast no one else had time to react. The silver wolf let out a painful howl as the smaller brown one latched onto his foreleg. But he would not fight his leader. He took the bites and waited for the others from their Council to pull him off.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

The journey itself was already grueling, the terrain unforgiving, but now there was an added layer of psychological warfare. We hadn't traveled for long when we encountered a small clearing. In its center, seemingly stranded and wounded, lay a lone wolf. Its fur was a familiar shade of silver-grey, its whines soft, desperate, evoking an immediate pang of recognition. "A Silvermoon wolf," Liam breathed, already moving forward. "How did he get this far out?"

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

Both looked exhausted from travel. One of them nodded. “We confirmed the reports, Alpha.” Lyra’s pulse quickened. “The wolf exists.” The room fell silent. Then the scout continued. “Massive silver wolf. Witnesses from three different territories describe the same creature.” Silver. Again. Always silver. The word felt like a thorn beneath her skin. “The stories are consistent,” the second scout added. “She appeared near Eastern Ridge.” “She fought rogues.” “Protected civilians.” “Traveled alongside Alpha Draven.”

Damien's POV As I approached my car, my eyes fell upon the reflection in the window – a magnificent creature that I knew was now a part of me. A black wolf stood before me, sleek and powerful, its fur glistening under the moonlight. Two distinct white spots adorned each side of its abdomen, like silent companions in the darkness. A single grey patch on its forehead added an air of mystery to its already enchanting presence. I couldn't help but admire the wolf before me. Its form exuded strength, grace, and an untamed beauty that resonated deep within me. The wolf's eyes, a brilliant shade of amber, held a certain wisdom and understanding, as if it had been waiting for me all along.