Spell Wolf Novels & Stories

Jeff was stunned the Alpha would allow it. "She's not a Werewolf anymore. Her wolf has separated from her. I think Cheryl would have to make some fundamental changes in her personality before her wolf will agree to join with her again. Her wolf is loyal. Cheryl is not. If something changes substantially her wolf will let me know." Without another word Carr nodded at the doctor and left the room.

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper. ‘He was moving fast, like one moment he was here and in the blink of an eye he would be on the other corner of the room, and he doesn’t run, he spins’ Cecilia answered to him. They were all strongly trying to deny and not accept the fact about South Hills Pack but as they were connecting the dots, it was forcing them to accept no matter how sour and cruel it looked to them. ‘Lilith is White Wolf, and she is also Alpha, and calling her Alpha was the boy who has ability to spin and move fast, something we ordinary wolf do not have’ man murmured, witches exchanged glances with each other. They got scared watching how his face twisted.

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

Lucifer stared at the wolf in astonishment. He couldn't believe what was being displayed in his view. Her stripes furs were glistering blue and her forehead has an empty hole with a pink light twilight inside. He leaned towards her to see what was inside, but as he approached further the hole darkened and the light in her fur changed to white with a stroke of pink that varied to red. But how is it possible her wolf was alive without her heart? He thought as he came closer to view the empty hole in her forehead. Which made him realize that she is an Ultima wolf.

Soren and Ewen moved to flank him, their movements were fluid and precise, like a well-rehearsed dance. The growl grew louder. From the dark, two glowing red eyes emerged. My breath caught as the creature stepped into the moonlight. It looked like a mix of wolf and shadow, its fur stained with blood. This was no ordinary wolf. “What is that?” I whispered, shaking. “A shadow wolf,” Soren said, his voice tense. “Summoned by dark magic.” The wolf snarled. Suddenly, it lunged at me with lightning speed. Lucian intercepted it. He slammed the creature to the ground with a loud crash. Soren and Ewen sprang into action, their movements swift. I pressed myself against the wall, gripping the dagger ti

Sophie said, her voice barely audible. “What are they?” I asked, my heart pounding. “Witch magic,” Althea explained. “They’re not alive. They’re constructs—designed to hunt and kill.” “Fantastic,” Fatima muttered. The wolves circled us, their movements fluid and predatory. One of them lunged, and Jake met it head-on, shifting into his wolf form mid-leap. Their bodies collided with a bone-shaking force, the sound of snarls and snapping jaws filling the air.

Lena joined Casper in sighing after each page turn. "What about this?" Kayla asked turning a heavy, black leather-bound book to face us. "It's a spell to give a human a wolf. It says the resulting creature will be more wolf than human and difficult to control. It's completed using the blood of a Lycan." We all crowded around, peering down at the page. A black, muscular humanoid was depicted on one side, the ingredients and steps for the spell listed on the other side. A dire warning inked in blood-red ink covered the bottom of the page.

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?