Spice And Wolf Novels & Stories

She continues, “You’ll have enough time in between to get your hair redone, nails, and anything else. Just book the services at the spa Mate Match uses and swipe the company card.” “Yes, ma’am. How far is it this time?” I sigh, realizing my time with Alpha Colton is dwindling and I hate the feelings I’m feeling. “This one is local as well, White Crescent Pack.” Hearing that name brings up a familiar, almost deja-vu kind of feeling, yet I swear I’ve never heard it or been there before. Hmm, weird, I could even feel my wolf surge forward. Oh well, I’ll see what that means when I get there.

Jossie's POV: There is a beer produced by werewolves called, 'Wolfweiser.' It's brewed and spiked with wolfsbane. It's about the only beer wolves prefer. Because, its effects on us are stronger than the average beer. The cans are purple with the logo in bold gold. There is a wolf howling towards the moon on it. Wolfweiser is used at large backyard parties. There are a few knock-off brands but nothing beats drinking a Wolfweiser. Before I left Nathalie's apartment she gave me a can. "Don't come into work today. Just stay home and try to relax," she insisted. "Drink one of these if you feel like you're about to shift and give me a call."

But I can't help smiling. After a few more bites, I pause and lift a forkful toward him. "Do you want to try some?" I ask hopefully. "It's really good. Spicy but... comforting." Azren's smile returns, but this one is laced with pain. The runes are still bothering him. Still, he leans forward slightly. "Maybe just a little," he says. I feed him the bite carefully. He chews slowly, then he nods. "I think my Angel has a higher spice tolerance than most wolves," he teases. "How do you eat that without breathing fire? Oh, wait, you do.”

And when I heard a low growl behind me, I told myself I'd be ruthless, I would do anything, even if it meant risking myself, to avenge my parents death. I turned around to face the muddy brown wolf. He simply bowed his head in submission. My wolf accepted it, I could feel her inside of me. She could feel my potential. We were a rare, white wolf. We could do anything. I knew that for whatever reason, she felt trust inside for this rogue we had never seen before. So, in trusting my wolf, I decided to go with the rogue. And that is how I met Blaine, my beta. And that is why I am who I am today. Of course I had to change my name, I didn't want anyone to remember me.

In order not to interrupt my father's story, so I could get the full picture, I decided not to interrupt him again. "but it is not part of our wolf community because it is different from ours." he continued " It consists of spirit wolves who are the descendants of the moon goddess, apex wolves who fathered our kind, and special kind of werewolves that have bright coloured furs, I don't know how those came to being." he explained, " I couldn't call it his pack even though he seemed to be the one in command. Most of the pack members did not like him, and they did not hide it. "

Reed turned white at my words. - Pity, then, - but this look is familiar to me - old Reed has returned, the masks have been thrown off. A cold look passed over my face, - excellent, we take what we have. But leaving together will not be enough for the flock, you need to conduct the rite of Two bonfires. - What kind of ritual is this? I got worried. "A wolf wedding," he answered defiantly. This, of course, complicated everything, but outside the pack, their strange rituals meant nothing.

It was a perfect combination. "My pleasure," I purred with contempt as I eyed my prey. The prisoner's head hung low, his malnourished body unable to withstand the poison that even the smell of his urine couldn't hide. Wolf's bane and liquid silver in low doses did wonders to subdue a wolf. Their beast would be put to sleep, and they would lose any connection they had to their pack... if they had one.

the wolf in front of her asked with a crazy look in his eyes. "You want nuts, let's get nuts!" Shunee phased into her wolf. Shunee's past was shrouded because of her lineage. She was Singularis's little sister and he'd taught her as a Soul Wolf, like himself she is Eternal. The Singularis Line has few wolves remaining, but Singularis keeps them close to him, exclusively in his pack. "What rhe hell kind if pixie are you? Seriously, you're glowing. Are you radioactive?" Brody asked.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.