Space Wolf Novel Novels & Stories

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

"It's a learning curve. One I would like you to get started on. Remember what the outcast said to you about mates and marking?" "He threatened to mark me, then said he would never do that to someone else's mate," Clara said. "I assume it was nonsense. He seemed pretty crazy." "Well one part about being a wolf that I sort of glossed over is soulmates. We all have one." Clara gave a laugh and raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

“Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.” And it all starts with Tobias fucking Irons, Beau thought. Soon, he’ll pay for what he did.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

Her wolf spoke in her mind. Seraphine: Let me handle her. Nova was relieved to hear her voice again and let her take control. Helga charged again and Nova's wolf met her head-on. She jumped and landed on Helga's back, knocking her backward into the snow with a heavy thud. Nova stood over her in total silence. Nobody moved. The warriors. Her classmates. Even the Colonel. The brown she-wolf didn't rise again. At the edge of the stands, Aeron stood slowly, his book dropped, eyes wide. Her wolf was a lightning-strikes-only-once sight and he almost couldn't believe it.

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“That’s Sky.” Sky tilts her head. Takes us in. Me. Draven. Cove. Ash. Creek. Two hundred sixty wolves. She smiles. The air pressure drops. “Scatter!” Wrath roars. Lightning comes down. Not one bolt. Five. Ten. A goddamn storm in a girl. It hits the Hollow line. Wolves don’t scream. They convulse. Fur ignites, then goes out, because Sky doesn’t burn. She breaks. Nervous systems, bones, the space between heartbeats.

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

The family was relieved that the power their mother had was not given to them, and they hoped it would stay like that. But a new war was coming, worse than the first one, and when one of the daughters gave birth to twins, one boy, and one girl. Where the boy seemed to be normal, the girl wasn’t. The girl carried the same eyes as her dead grandmother, eyes that looked like the moon. When she grew older, it became evident that she was exactly like her grandmother. And that is the story of how the blessed wolf comes to life.” She ended her story. “But what has it to do with me?”