The Blue Wolf Novels & Stories

“Since when?” “Since yesterday. Yohan felt it too… as well as Emery and Dane.” Blue smiled and swallowed. He looked oddly calm yet his blue eyes wavered and I could sense the fear in his eyes. Not fear of death or being caught but he looked a bit more nervous than actually scared. As if he already knows what’s happening but won’t say a thing about it… won’t confess. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” Blue paused and then bared his teeth, almost transforming into his wolf. His silver wolf was bigger than mine, almost as big as Ahbaya’s wolf. Blue laid low and growled again.

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

Each step grows heavier, his pacing more erratic, until he finally stops, his chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon. But his rant barely registers. My thoughts are a cacophony of disbelief and dread, circling back to that impossible shade of blue. An alpha wolf with pure blue eyes? It’s unheard of. Deviants like the Draven brothers may defy norms with their distinctive colors, but not this. Never this.

I muttered under my breath, staring at the ceiling because I was already losing my mind. “I've hired you the best lawyer there is in the wolf world right now, and he'd get you out.” Blue assures me. “What is a wolf court, and who did I say I killed?” I was panicking. “Billy Campbell.” Blue said, sitting beside me. “He was next in line to become the general of the wolf court. He's quite a big deal around here.” “How would I have killed a big deal around here?” I asked. “In case you haven't realized, I'm just a human with absolutely no skills to overpower a wolf.”

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

“Declan is the only adult beta male left in that pack that was loyal to Hunter and Melina that wasn’t killed and hasn’t run off. There have been several gamma and delta level wolves, both mated and unmated males and females, that have attempted to get help from us that were chased back to Blue Ridge. All of them felt your aura, angry and oppressive before they ever saw you. They described a jet black wolf with four white feet and bright blue eyes tackling them to the ground. Sinking his teeth and claws into their flesh when they were found in human form on a clearly marked trail. When the wolf finally stopped attacking and shifted they all claimed that they talked to a young alpha with ink b

- I ask - No, formerly yes. Currently, you may even have a prejudice against a wolf with blue eyes, or even green eyes, guarding something. For things like that, they prefer the bigger ones, yellow or orange, which they call "purest" because they are closer to red. - Pause - Which could be a mistake. In the old books, written by the ancestors, they say that the Primary colors identified the wolf's area of greatest activity: blue meant speed, yellow strength and red agility and intelligence, thus considered the power of leadership.

Something that was sacred in our world. Izer’s wolf paced in front of the car, appearing bigger than it and larger than anything around. The wolves halted at a distance of a few feet, probably coming to their senses. I focused on the silver beast in the center which gave off strange Alpha vibes. His eyes glowed a strange blue as if a fire was blazing hard inside. I frowned, swallowing my saliva. I had never seen a wolf with blue eyes—eyes that shimmered and glowed in the darkness. “ This is the perfect time to kill you. ” The evil side of me grumbled.

I hissed, chest still heaving with ragged breaths as I tried to ignore the way he stared at my chest. “I want us to work together, Elena. I'm a blue wolf too, you see?” He drawled, and the shock of it made me stumble back when he flicked his wrist to flash me with the white lightning birthmark that was there. The same one I had on my back. I swallowed reflexively, my entire body awash with a new kind of fear. Male blue wolves were rumored to be descendants of the moon goddess herself, and yet, there was nothing bright and shiny about Klein Markov.

In my wolf form, I walk towards the rest of the wolves and immediately I reach where they are, I spot three huge wolves who are eyeing me lustfully. I immediately recognize Charles' wolf which is grey in colour and he has equally bright grey eyes. Ben's wolf is grey as well with a touch of brown in it's fur and his eyes are brown in colour. Jeremy's wolf is equally huge and it's brown with a touch of grey in it's fur. His wolf has the sexiest eyes...ice blue, contrary to his eyes in human form! Charles' is the only one among the triplets who has ice blue eyes in his human form!