Spell Wolf Novels & Stories

“The instability, the memory inconsistencies and her connection to the past. It’s all a liability, and that Is the last thing we can afford right now.” “Our proposal is simple.” The third, lady Mara, lifted a thin parchment. “We employ one of three solutions, a memory suppression, retraining, or a full binding ritual to neutralize her wolf entirely.” I held their gazes, every word scraping across my chest, and I hated how it was becoming harder to hold back my emotions by the minute. “Neutralize,” I repeated quietly. “You want to strip her will.” “We want to protect the pack,” Harrow countered, smiling as though that made it sound noble. “She’s unpredictable, and unpredictable wolves break t

Hell, werewolves were mythology to most humans. “It's likely the same source. We can ask when we get home. All I know is that if we knowingly kill a member of our family, we get cursed to live in an in-between state. Neither human nor wolf, and cut off from all pack links.” Another shiver rolled through my body. “That sounds pretty similar to the myth I read.” Despite the current situation, the hushed conversation with Skye was slowly soothing my nerves. As my pulse slowed, my awareness sharpened, allowing me to sense the hidden lives in the trees around us.

It was a wolf, but it was unlike any wolf Fionn had ever seen. The wolf was black as night, its eyes glowing like embers. Its fur crackled with electricity, and its presence filled Fionn with dread. He knew that this was the source of the storm, the very power that had threatened to destroy the pack. "Who are you?" Fionn asked, his voice trembling. "I am the Dark Wolf, the bringer of storms," the creature replied. "I have come to destroy your pack, to wipe it from the face of the earth." Fionn knew that he had to stop the Dark Wolf, but he felt powerless against such a fearsome foe. "Why do you want to destroy us?" Fionn asked. "What have we done to deserve such a fate?" The Dark Wolf's eyes

It burned like liquid fire, tearing through my skin, responding directly to the homicidal fury consuming my soul. Behind me, a thick shroud of darkness began pouring massively from my skin, swirling through the air and separating itself to form a massive, terrifying entity: **The Crimson Shadow Wolf**. The phantom beast materialized with a deafening, unholy roar that shook the very foundations of the obsidian castle. It was a sound born of pure malice and ancient death. The glowing red eyes of the ancient spiritual wolf locked onto Lysander with a bloodlust that matched the agony tearing my heart apart.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

I try to hold on to a little sliver of hope but as Mtungagore carries on, deep down I know I've failed. "Harold, they are called werewolves because they are humans with a spirit wolf as a guardian. Not only do they share their feelings, they share everything. What the human sees, hears, feels, tastes, or does, the wolf does the same. Are you sure, you have Magnus wolf in on this? Mind you, wolves and their hosts can be in serious conflict. So congratulations dear friend, if you have manipulated the wolf as well But if not, then I am a afraid you have celebrated a tad bit too early my friend."

“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader.

A second later, another wolf, this one slate gray, jumped onto the black wolf and grabbed it by the throat. I stared at them in shock. I wasn’t sure how, but I recognized them. The black wolf was Gilliam. I should have known that from the start. Soxor must have done something to him. A berserker spell, most likely. The other two were Sybil and Rydel. It was obvious that they knew each other well. They worked in concert to pin and attack the behemoth that had once been Gilliam. The problem with a berserker spell was that the longer it was active, the more it ate away at the sanity of subject. Gilliam wasn’t able to think of anything but blood now, and he wasn’t able to counter their attacks b

Fallen leaves and dust grazed my back as I rolled on the ground until my legs found some balance and I stood up. Mom ran towards us and her eyes turned white like the moon as she cast a spell on the wolves. It didn’t seem to affect them as they furiously looked at me while closing the distance between us. It didn’t work? “It's not working. It's because of my white magic.” Mom shouted. That made sense. Wolves of the Emerald Pack were also referred to as ‘Angelic wolves’ because their powers and principles were deeply rooted in nature. White magic also worked with the laws of nature, so they might have been immune to Mom’s spells.