The Blue Wolf : It Takes Two Novels & Stories

It wasn’t even a full moon yet. The wolf prowls towards Cece, hungry for the kill. “Cece, run!” I had no idea what Blue was capable of. I had never seen a wolf as big as her. Nor had I seen a blue wolf. “I can't,” Cece cries back. She was just as focussed on the wolf, afraid to look away. Blue hadn’t even acknowledged me. She was locked on her target and nothing else seemed to matter. They move across the foyer, their feet moving in time with one another. Keeping the same steady rhythm. Was Blue playing a game with her?

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.

I asked my wolf for help, and then I could feel the blockage in my throat breaking up. I took two steps forward, stretched out my arms, and said, "Give Hedwig back to me!" "Let me hold her for a little longer!" Blake glanced at me with his intimidating and sharp eyes. I froze instinctively. This man's eyes were terrifying. "No, I have to take them home!" I immediately blustered. Blake didn't change his position and the look on his face was still cold. He then ridiculed, "Do you want to take MY children to see other werewolves?"

"The food will be ready soon, so sit down. I do not want our baby to go hungry." But when I looked up, I realized Blue had not moved, and her expression remained serious. "What?" I asked, my amusement fading. "Why did you laugh?" Blue questioned. I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely sure of my own reaction. "I don't know, maybe because it is just so unexpected," I admitted, beginning to comprehend that this revelation was far from a joke. “I’m being serious,you know,” Blue said. I sighed.I was struggling to wrap my head around the idea of a hybrid between a witch and a werewolf.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

“Grace and Arthur… they weren't normal wolves.” The room fell completely silent. They listened intently as she paused, gathering her breath before delivering the final, chilling words. “They... they possess blue wolves.” Hearing this, all three of them froze, their eyes widening with absolute shock.

I'd melt if I don't get cooled. The two black wolves were circling down on me now, each revealing their sharp fangs as they growled on me as if I was their prey. One of them made to jump on me, to bite and end my life with it sharp fangs but he never got the chance to reach me. A flash of sapphire blue dashed before my eyes and grabbed the wolf from the air. The hurt whimpering of wolves filled the air. I managed to clear my eyes to see what was going on, the two black wolves were being thrown around by the blue wolf as if they weighed nothing.

I growled at the cop, he was alone, but if I killed him I would be hunted down like a mouse, all I need is to knock him unconscious, I jumped and hoped to land with my knee on his face but he instantly grabbed my leg and threw me to the side, his eyes glowed Blue and his teeth struck out of his jaws, a Beta, he was the second strongest wolf of the pack, but I was meant to be the alpha, he should be a walkover

This man scared me, and I knew if he could have his way, he would harm me. “That’s your best place to hide?” He roared, storming towards me and reaching into the fountain to grab me, but I pulled away from his reach, and as the water poured on his hands, I watched it burn. He growled out in pain and withdrew his hand. He turned to me and growled loudly, his eyes glowing blue, and it was my first time seeing a blue-eyed wolf. The blue eyes meant he had taken a human life before and, from his attempt tonight, he was ready to take another.

It was as if the blue wolf was a feared and formidable creature, one that commanded respect and inspired dread in all who crossed its path. The blue wolf's jaws sank into the smaller wolf's flesh, and a crimson stain spread across its fur. As the smaller wolf yelped in pain, the blue wolf's face contorted into a smile - a smile that sent shivers down my spine, for it was eerily, unsettlingly familiar.