The Lightning Wolf Chronicles Novels & Stories

She started before Gray interrupted her directly. "When is the next one, grandma?" Gray reached for the mug of hot chocolate on the small table next to them and slurped the content loudly. "The next turn of the century will be in 3 years. Now, where was I?" Perla uttered with a warm smile. She knew there would be many more questions to answer along the way. "The Ice Wolf." He reminded her, pouring the last of the hot chocolate into his wide-open mouth and gurgling it before swallowing. "Oh yes, this rare white wolf is gifted with supernatural abilities that surpass us original werewolves."

She heard no birds, no animals, the breeze was actually dead in the air. 'How strange to hear absolutely nothing today. Last night there were critters all around here, but now, even in the daylight NOTHING!' she thought to herself. 'I wonder if all the Council pigs chased off the critters, ate them, or...DAMN IT! They muted Nature.' Hikaru's wolf surfaced too late to totally avoid the blow from a strike of a black lightning bolt, she never saw who threw it, nor what the 'bolt' actually was. A tall, cloudy, distorted figure appeared walking out of the aura cloud he created for his defense, her confusion, and just in general to be a dick because she pissed him off.

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.

she said stretching out her hands to shake mine. "Ashley Belinda Cruz," my wolf replied dropping my weapon, I was too tired to say anything. She sighed regretting ever saying that kyle was good for us. Though I told her not to talk to me again but I could not hold in the lonliness of not talking to my wolf. "I normally stop here for shelter each time the storm caught me off guard, but this is the first time I have seen a different face." She explained. The girl was directing her sightless eyes from Charlotte to me. She shook her head in declination before hurriedly rushing into the deep hole that was inside the cave with her hands rubbing along the wall for direction.

And now our Lyra’s wolf is out. My heart pounded against my ribs. “No one is ever going to call our girl wolfless again.” The white creature moved. Lightning split the sky, thunder detonated across the mountain, and the three-headed beast lunged. Lyra’s wolf vanished in a flash of light — then lightning struck. Once. Twice. Again. The creature screamed. I stood frozen as the white wolf tore through it with terrifying precision, thunder shaking the whole mountainside until the beast finally collapsed. It tried to rise. Another bolt of lightning came down, flames wrapping around its body until its enormous form charred black and began breaking apart entirely. Smoke rose into the sky, and withi

The yard was generally empty and, except for the lawn grass, which had not yet crawled out of the unheated spring earth, there was nothing on it, not even flowerbeds or bushes. Fascinated peering into the impenetrable darkness, I could not take my eyes off the courtyard, feeling with all my senses that there was something there - something that I had to see. As if hearing my thoughts, lightning flashed blindingly and what was revealed to me made the internal organs tighten in a knot: in an instant of light I saw Pasha kneeling and held by the hair by a wolf with a scar on his face, and I saw Boris standing over him, wet to the skin, but with a half-transformed hand with claws raised to strik

Aurora screamed, but the wolf was already turning toward her, red eyes narrowing, and there was no time to reach for the silver light that had answered her call in the chamber below, no time to think about anything except the massive stone jaws closing in on her position with terrifying speed. She threw her hands up on instinct, some desperate part of her mind reaching for the same warmth that had healed Kieran, that had called Vasha's kin to wake in the first place, and silver light exploded outward from her palms in a wave that struck the charging wolf directly, throwing it backward with a force that cracked its stone hide audibly. The wolf staggered, red eyes flickering, and for a moment

“That’s Sky.” Sky tilts her head. Takes us in. Me. Draven. Cove. Ash. Creek. Two hundred sixty wolves. She smiles. The air pressure drops. “Scatter!” Wrath roars. Lightning comes down. Not one bolt. Five. Ten. A goddamn storm in a girl. It hits the Hollow line. Wolves don’t scream. They convulse. Fur ignites, then goes out, because Sky doesn’t burn. She breaks. Nervous systems, bones, the space between heartbeats.

The power in the air is affecting them, making their wolves restless, undermining their discipline. I raise my hands. The lightning responds instantly, streaming from the sky, from my chest, from the very earth beneath my feet. It doesn't strike not yet. It gathers around me, a corona of gold and silver fire that illuminates the entire lawn, that makes every wolf there shield their eyes.

And all of them were coming for us. For the realm. For me. “HOLD!” I shouted, lifting my palm high into the air. My voice cracked through the storm like a sword through silence. Warriors along the front line—Highland wolves in black steel, forest clans in bark-etched leather, humans clutching blessed rifles—braced. Behind us, the wolves howled. One long, united sound of fury and promise. And then— I let the storm go. Lightning erupted from my fingers, searing the sky open in a white-hot arc. It coiled like a living whip, smashing into the first line of wraith riders—and they didn’t fall. They exploded.