The House Of Wolves Novels & Stories

It was making the pack choose where to gather, where to split, where to protect, and in doing so it was redrawing the map of the house toward the east—toward itself. Then the pack answered back. Not with a command this time. With a howl. One wolf in the council hall began it—old, female, half-blind, one of the widows who had lost her mate seasons ago. Another picked it up from the west stair. Then a third from the nursery. A fourth from the kitchens. The sound spread through the den, not wild but communal, wolves locating one another by truth instead of mimicry. For one impossible second, the whole house sang its own shape back at the route. The creature below recoiled. The second heartbeat

Calden The air shifts from the sweet scent of spiced wine to the raw, copper tang of blood in a second. The music dies instantly, replaced by a wall of high-pitched screams that rattles the glass windows of the main pack house. I stand frozen for one agonizing heartbeat, watching gray wolves with sickly green eyes tear through the decorative linen banners, their jaws snapping at anyone within reach. The silver and blue dress I spent the last ten minutes searching for is right in front of me, but the relief vanishes under a wave of absolute chaos.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

I muttered under my breath. That family was really something else. I couldn’t even stay mad at Halle anymore. But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the rest of the pack members would go crazy if they discovered that Halle didn’t have a wolf. She was technically their Luna. And they wouldn’t want someone without a wolf to lead them. They just didn’t have to find out about it. “What are you going to do with me?” Halle’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse.

There were no men to shoot silver bullets, no men to wield a machete and sever a wolf’s head. The pack burst into the house through a large leaded-glass window, barking and snapping and snarling ferociously. There were six of them, of all colors: grey, black, brown, brindle. They went from one girl to another, feasting on her flesh, splattering gore on the fine upholstery and the beautiful dresses worn by their prey.

Had most likely been around others of their kind before they had been stolen. Clutching at the door, I felt my energy waver. I had used too much. Consumed too little of the deer today to last me through the night. Wolves burned through calories easily. Especially if you hadn't eaten a lot an hour or two before you expended your energy. "Does anyone of you speak English?" I asked, breath raspy. Most of them nodded. Stood up. It was only in human form that I noticed the squalor they sat in. Feces. Vomit. Piss. No blankets to speak of. Hard floors and buckets overflowing with waist.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.