The Wicked Wolf Novels & Stories

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

This creature, it was not there by accident. The room grew quieter as the wolf hesitated, his gaze flicking toward Sarai before returning to Hugo. “There was another wolf with it. A light brown wolf with a large black patch on its back. It fought like it was being trained—merciless and precise.” Hugo’s jaw tightened, the description igniting a storm of emotions within him. He exchanged a glance with Zeke, whose expression mirrored his concern. “Malrik,” Hugo muttered, the name dripping with disdain. “He’s building an army.”

I'm watching this incredible documentary about - I didn't even know what to say, because the truth is I got lost in yet another Frankenstein novel. - I worry, Beck, with all my heart, you really need to get some air, where is Anna? Can't she go with you? - said my mother worried enough to almost throw me out of the house. - Anna is organizing the wedding, she doesn't have time to waste on me anymore," I said with a little more wisdom than I intended. - And you are the worst godmother in the world, aren't you? Shouldn't you be helping your best friend? - she said, a little indignant with me.

A second wolf began sniffing the air, assuming an attacking position. “I smell blood,” he said through clenched teeth. “We have company.” The brown wolf stood in front of the young witch, while the larger wolf came at me in a frontal attack, lunging his paws in my direction. I leaped to the side and backward, skillfully dodging the blows. “These eyes,” growled the wolf, attacking me in a rage. “You're the hybrid they've been talking about all around the world—the one from the legend!” “Legend?” I hesitated, and the wolf headbutted me in the snout, leaving me dazed. He came at me with full force, swatting his paw at my face. “Damn it!” I growled through my teeth.

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

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

It was a perfect combination. "My pleasure," I purred with contempt as I eyed my prey. The prisoner's head hung low, his malnourished body unable to withstand the poison that even the smell of his urine couldn't hide. Wolf's bane and liquid silver in low doses did wonders to subdue a wolf. Their beast would be put to sleep, and they would lose any connection they had to their pack... if they had one.

That morning in the cabin in the middle of the dense forest, the wise wolf awoke to chaos. Everything around him seemed to float, from the furniture and household items to himself. The wise wolf, with a furious look in his amber eyes, let out a string of curses in his wolfish tongue, trying to regain control over what was happening. “Damn magic tricks!” he growled as he tried to stay in the air, desperately searching for a counter-spell to stabilize the situation. His gray fur was bristling with frustration, and he finally managed to cast a counter-spell that made him fall heavily to the ground.

Every eye turned back to her with a chilling mixture of shock and sublime terror. Killian turned to Grace, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Mother, do you even hear what you’re saying? You’re talking about the White Wolf. That’s a myth—a ghost story told to pups. It has never existed outside of ancient folklore." "No, I saw it with my own eyes!" Grace insisted, her voice sharp and ominous. "It hasn't appeared in ages, and though no one living remains to tell its true tale, the legends are clear. The White Wolf is a feral, cursed entity. It brings nothing but ruin and calamity. I saw her tear Maya apart with my own eyes. Look at the body—ripped and mangled with such merciless precision that o