Spell Wolf Novels & Stories

sink in and take root in everyone's mind before she continued; "Their wolf." Another pause. Murmurs. Silence. The witch continued; "In return for this spell to be casted on whoever it is needed for, the person who goes to the witch will have to lose their wolf." "So you're saying if someone here really casted such a spell, they probably don't have their wolf anymore?" "Yes" I turned to my little audience and stood to my feet. As I did, slowly walking down the podium and to the leveled ground of the throne room where they were all standing. I stopped when I got to where Ilvira was huddled on the floor. She cowered under my gaze when she looked up at me. "So there is a big possibility that my

The shadow loomed closer, moving with a terrifying grace that sent chills down my spine. It wasn’t part of the enemy’s horde—it was something different, something ancient. As it stepped into the light, the battlefield fell into a strange, eerie silence. A colossal wolf, larger than anything I had ever seen, emerged from the darkness. Its fur shimmered like obsidian, absorbing the moonlight, and its eyes glowed with a deep, unnatural violet hue. The scent of ancient forests and forgotten power clung to it, stirring something primal within me. This was not just any creature. It was a force older than the packs, something that transcended even the deity’s reach.

, and no one could tell him what to do, which meant he got away with everything. On my 13th birthday, everyone from the pack hosted a party for me to come into my wolf spirit. I was dressed pretty in a purple skirt and a white shirt, with my favorite black flip-flops. Mom curled my hair pretty. A way to know someone has come into their spirit is if their eyes glow. This is something that would only happen once to a wolf, and only on their 13th birthday, just to signify the connection between their wolves. Their eyes would glow all day. Afterward, their eyes would only turn black when their wolf is in control of their bodies. The Alpha\'s eyes would glow bright red. A beta\'s eyes will glow a

Look here," Chris pointed, pulling another ad, his voice a mix of fear and urgency, his finger tracing the screen. "This person is talking about how to use the spell they call 'the destroyer' more effectively. They say it can take out whole lines of advancing wolves." All the kids shuddered visibly, their fear a palpable presence in the room. The pack was watching Roel's wound heal with trepidation, their concern evident. They had never seen anything like what happened to him. The wolves never healed that slowly, his injury a stark reminder of the danger they faced.

“What does it say?” “It says the hybrid wolf, who is also a healer, can use spells to heal. This protects the hybrid wolf, allowing them to use special abilities to further enhance their talents,” I say excited. “So how do you know what the spell is?” Jackson asks logically. I feel my balloon deflate a little, “That I do not know. But at least I have a starting point. Maybe we have a history book on spell casting?” I ask hopefully.

’ Some of the wolves growled as they charged at the rogues. For the werewolves present, it was a beautiful show of superior strength. Although the rogues fought with brute strength thanks to Mary’s spell boost, they were no match for the pack’s trained warriors and assassins. The pack wolves fought with skill and finesse, making their alpha and all gathered proud. When one rogue charged towards where Deloris, Ryan, and the high priest stood, the high priestess quickly pointed her wand at it, instantly turning the angry wolf into a cockroach. “Seriously?” Deloris couldn’t stifle her laughter.

[Ashlynd] Tonight, the Grand Warlock will test the spell with the wolves on hand before we move forward with the final phase. The true sacrifices will be arriving in the morning, dozens of moon wolves cultivated for just this purpose. Mother tells me it is easier if I don't see these wolves as real people. "They're beasts," I can still hear my mother snarl. "They are beneath us. We do not mate with them." I do not care about my mother's opinion. In this case, she is completely wrong. I don't care about what she says--I plan to use some of the powers of manifestation during this spell to bring a true joining between myself and my wolf. We will have our mate.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

She needed help with the spell and removing a woman from existence she thought was loosely a pack member. “I have two. It’s complicated, and I’d have to explain several things we don’t have time for. But right now he’s going slowly mad like the Blue Mountain Alpha. I wanted to inform respectfully you she’s become a criminal and her actions could cause war between us. I speak for the wolves when I say we don’t want war and would like your participation in this if you are willing. Also, we’d like help to understand what kind of spell was my mate attacked with and how do we remove it?” Helena took a moment to take a breath. “If you’re willing.”

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti