The Blue Wolf Novels & Stories

He needed to be near her. Liv sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf slowly step from the trees. Damn! Apparently, she hadn't been dreaming. It was the same giant, white wolf with the ice blue eyes. She stood stock still watching the animal. He was simply stunning, like no other wolf she had ever seen. Pure white wolves were rare as their color made them easy to spot and they were often killed as pups. She didn't think she'd ever seen one in the wild. He wasn't albino though. He had black tips to his ears and his tail and an interesting pattern of swirls across his chest. Those intense blue eyes locked on hers as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Instead of attacking or

I answered, but he shook his head. "How many colors does your wolf have?" "Two." "List them." "Blue and black, I guess." "You guess?" "I'm not sure; I've not transformed for a long time," I told him, an intent look appearing on his face but fading off immediately. "What's its main color?" He asked further. "It's blue." "Light blue or navy?" "Light blue," I replied, still wondering why he was questioning me about my wolf. He nodded before saying, "You created the blue icy smoke; it came from you."

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

And to talk about it, the Blue Britain and Purple Front pack, they were known to be the strongest packs in the wolf world. The Blue Britain was the strongest then followed by the Purple Front. It seemed almost impossible for him to join them. He was just a small pack that is losing the lives of their members and soon they might be taken and wiped out of existence. This made him hiss in frustration. Everything just seems to be getting back at a point. No way out for them. “At least there is one for you now.” his wolf mind linked him.

"What are blue wolves?" Neil smiled. "The best of the best. They are healers." "Healers?" The last time I remembered, werewolves had healing abilities, so what was the need to have a healer in the pack? "Yes. Blue wolves are calm and pure. They heal every wolf disease and infection, including silver in the blood." I was doubtful. Neil was too happy about this to lie, though. 'We are healers. It's true'. "They are the rarest in the werewolf kingdom and the most charming..." I was becoming flattered.

Chloe had only mentioned one wolf. Cortina. A beautiful name for a beautiful wolf. I could see her in my mind's eyes, frolicking with a larger wolf, near black in color, but with shockingly blue eyes. My awe of the smaller wolf, the one I knew instantly was Cortina, because her tan and chocolate brown fur and deep brown eyes looked so much like Chloe’s, was cut short when the larger wolf’s blue eyes stared straight at me. There was something there. A connection with it too, but it was different from the connection I had to Cortina and very different to the one I had with Chloe. It shocked me.

My breath caught in my throat. The wolf was enormous—larger than any wolf I'd ever seen, larger than anything I'd imagined possible. Its fur was pure white, like snow under moonlight, like the clouds that crowned the highest peaks. Its eyes were the same impossible blue as Stellan's, but deeper, ancient, burning with a fire that seemed older than the forest itself. It stood in the center of the carnage, surrounded by the bodies of its enemies, and it was magnificent. Stellan.

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

The guys are shocked still and hardly even move when Aria grabs the cash. “It was a blast guys, we’ll see you around,” I say as we turn and head back to the bar, leaving them staring at the table. We only get about half way there when I get a weird feeling again, almost like a pull in the other direction, when I feel someone grab my arm. It sends a shock through my whole body, tingling where his hand is touching my skin. I turn to tell him off when I’m hit with a delicious smell and a breathtaking sight. It was him, the wolf from earlier. I stare into his light blue eyes and immediately get lost. I can’t feel anything in my body except for the tingles where his hand is still touching me. I m

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.