The Call Of The Wild Novels & Stories

They would've killed him and burnt his body without a second thought. “Who gave you this idea of wolf packs being in these woods in the first place?" I asked. He sighed and lifted his head. “Well, an article has been circulating on the Internet. Someone had caught a picture of a giant white wolf even though it was really blurry. And also, there's a bounty on wolves. It says, "Whoever can bring back a wolf alive can have 150 dollars," and I really needed the money, so I thought to give it a try."

Alex The rain had subsided. I knew there was no way those two traitors could have gone far. I had instructed the wolves to spread out. We had to find the moonstone, or great misfortune would befall the pack. I got to a path where there was a strong smell of cow dung. This was quite confusing as there were no settlements close by, and we never took our livestock out for grazing. Our lands were wide enough. I began to suspect the cow stench was deliberate. Wolves had a strong sense of smell, and the only way to throw them off was to scramble the scent. This made me more determined to follow the stench. I quickly linked the pack members that were near to join me.

POV: CALLIE I pushed the creaking door, which opened with a low, prolonged groan. The interior of the frozen wilderness welcomed me with a heavy, cutting air that burned my lungs with every breath. I trembled with each step, feeling the cold penetrate my bones. Intense growls echoed in the distance, threatening my determination. I kept walking, fearing the imminent confrontation with the fury of my inner wolf.

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

Loud enough that Accashia begins to walk towards the sound. Accashia jogged until she found herself running towards the sound. It didn’t sound like a normal howl of a dog. But a howl of an animal that was in pain. She was running so fast that she almost stumbled from the stones on the ground. And there in the middle of the forest where the moon was shining its brightest was Calleb. A silver wolf, and he was bigger from what she remembered before. Again, she called his name. “Calleb?”

"This one's mine, Cassius. Go help the warriors at the border." My blood ran cold. "No!" I roared back, the urge to protect her warring with the primal instinct to stand my ground. The lone wolf, a monstrous beast easily twice the size of a normal wolf, snarled, its matted fur slick with crimson. It fixated on Callista, its yellow eyes burning with a desperate, feral hunger.

I was hearing the voice within me over and over again as I was running along, carefree. "Yes! We can!" I let out a long distant howl as I agreed to my wolf. "We'll be great together! " I felt like as if the wilderness itself had claimed me as one of its own. "So, that's how the call of the wild feels like?" I asked to myself. My senses sharpened as I moved forward. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl, and every gentle whisper of the wind painted a vivid tapestry in my mind, guiding me towards the mysteries of the night.

Strong legs and big paws. Now, I was looking back at a scrawny wolf, my fur matted with dried stains of blood, clotting my once soft bristles. Dirt, filth and the smell of death surrounded me. I was hungry, I hadn’t eaten for a long time, remembering I was since long running through the woods. Far away from where my home was. Did I even have a home left? Along the riverside I spotted a deer drinking from the cristaline water. It doesn’t know I’m here watching it carefully as my stomach rumbles in excitement.

I It was like an old movie, flashing through the mind of Daffodil when her adoptive parents, Mr. and Mrs. Marby told her about how they found her and where she really came from. Suddenly, Daffodil remembered about her dreams for several nights. “I dreamed about that Mom. In my dreams, I saw a woman running and was too afraid while holding tight a child in her arms and then some wolves running too, chasing the woman with a child. The woman cried out and shouted, her thin voice spreading all over the mountains disturbing all the wild animals around. After that, I saw a blooded golden wolf almost crawling, trying to save his life but three black wolves attacked it again and again until it lay l