The Blue Wolf Novels & Stories

The Red Moon Pack is one of the largest packs in the country. But of all the packs in the world, none have ever been gifted the Blue Wolf. Thousands of years ago, a man was blessed with the spirit of the legendary Blue Wolf, Aamon—the very first werewolf to ever exist. The name did not signify control over fire or water, nor did it grant him the ability to wield elements with his hands. Instead, his wolf form was unlike any other. His fur, streaked with brilliant flecks of blue, radiated both beauty and strength.

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.

The alpha’s warning words two days prior, echo inside my head. Moreover, Red, weary of the alpha’s warning, is delighted to see Jax and runs around chasing her tail at the sight of him, quickly leaving us to chat with Blue. She is scared that we are here but delighted that we are, nevertheless. Did I mention she has not spoken to me since either? Only just now she had detected Blue's presence because it's possible that she was impatient with me, after all, she hadn't seen her friend either. Blue is the only other wolf she knows or speaks with, just as Jax is mine, so nobody understands each other like her and me.

~Me too. "You’re talking to your wolf, aren’t you?" His deep voice entered her mind. "What do you mean there’s a dark blue glow on my chest?" ~Oh yeah. Do you know the meaning of his color?~ she asked her wolf. ~Sky blue, blue, or dark blue, means good. Black or dark gray means dangerous or bad. The darker the color, the more powerful they are~ she quickly answered. ~Where do you know all this?~ Her wolf didn't answer.

“The legend speaks of a pair of wolves, one a black wolf and one a white wolf, whose eyes are blue. It’s said that these wolves are destined to lead, to unite the packs and bring balance to the world. They’re not just any wolves—they’re the chosen ones. Their bond is said to be unbreakable, and their strength unmatched.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine as I read the passage over her shoulder. “This sounds... too familiar.” Zora’s gaze met mine, and there was a flicker of understanding between us. “Sofia is a white wolf with blue eyes, and Alaric is a black wolf with blue eyes. It’s too much of a coincidence. What if they are the wolves from the legend? What if their bond, the power they sha

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.

His brother smiled and slapped him on the back. They were almost to the hotel, when they all heard a growl coming from their right. They slowly turned to see a massive brindled colored wolf. The wolf had blue eyes with fleck of gold in them. The men stood frozen their wolf’s trying to come forward. The witches preparing spells. One of the men that was helping to guard the witches shifted and started to approach the massive wolf.

The question didn't sound right, and I knew I had messed up, but Cameron overlooked it as he started to speak. "All wolves are born with blue eyes, and then they change when they gain their wolf. I've never heard of a wolf whose eyes are blue. Well, except for one legend." He said, I looked at him with eager eyes, and he softly smiled. But that smile didn't reach his eyes. "The Grand Alpha, his eyes were as blue as the sky, and his wolf was as dark as a shadow. They say he was the grandest of fighters. Never losing a battle, his strength was unbeatable. He was so strong that wolves believed he turned to the witches and sold his soul for that power. He was kicked out of his pack and was force

The other wolves howled too and their eyes turned blue. Logan knew what the blue eyes meant, they were betas unlike the first that died and they had killed other werewolves before now. Yes, when a Beta kills another Beta or an Omega, the color of their wolf eyes change from yellow to blue, to signify that they were no longer pure, they were murderers who had killed their own kind. Alpha Logan was not in any way threatened by that, he had not killed the omega or any other wolf but that didn’t mean he was any less of a threat, he was just as dangerous as any blue-eyed wolf out there.

He looked up at me for a moment, then looked back down. "What I had heard moving turned and made a beeline for me. Out on the trail ahead of me stepped the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was matted and dirty. It had its ears back and its head low as it snarled." Skye closed his eyes as if reliving that day. "Foam coated its jaws."