The Wolf's Den Book Novels & Stories

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

She found the section on history books first, she reached for an old book that caught her eyes, with a thick brown, worn cover and a picture of a wolf on it, one that looked quite similar to the painting of the wolf on the wall in the living room. How strange? She took it immediately, having found her next read, she skipped out of the library and back to her room. She sat curled up in bed by the window, lunch was served by a servant as promised, she ate and stuck to get book. This book, titled, 'The Wolf Within' she had never really read anything like it. It seemed more like a fictional write up, than a history book. It talked about a wolf that was embedded into the souls of 'special people'

A hidden passage revealed itself, the scent of damp stone and lingering smoke wafting up from below. The Den was alive with activity. The cavernous space was lit by the warm glow of scattered fire pits, their flames casting flickering shadows across the walls. Wolves in both human and shifted forms moved about, their voices blending into a low hum of conversation. I kept my head down as I navigated the chaos, avoiding eye contact and steering clear of any groups that looked too interested in newcomers. My anonymity was my greatest asset here, and I had no intention of losing it. At the far end of the Den, a small alcove housed the one wolf I’d come to see: Maelis.

If you were the Alpha king and you had the whole realm to protect then you would also think before falling for an omega. --- In Alice's Office, Alice was sitting on her chair. She was thinking about everything. She never thought she could behave so demanding in front of Dylan. She was whirling the chair slowly while she looked at the bookshelf. Suddenly, her eyes fell on an old book in the middle of new books. 'WOLVES DEN' She stood up from her chair and went to the bookshelf. In the middle row and middle column, the book was set there. She pulled out the book and saw old sheet paper. It was a book full of yellow pages.

“It doesn’t matter. I won’t be a part of it.” Veil’s expression softens, and she reaches out to place a hand on my shoulder. “There is another way, an old method that’s not used anymore.” “What is it? Why didn’t you bring it up before?” I asked. “Deep in the forests, on our pack land, there is a wolf den,” Veil explains, as she begins to skin and prep the deer. “Many wolves that have been abandoned by their humans, or wolves that are about to die, go to the wolf den, where no human forms are allowed. The place is supposed to be blessed by the Moon Goddess. ”

“Well, I am here. I know you all don’t trust me, but my only intention is to help you not end this world, our world. If I could trade positions with you, I would already have done so. At least I have nothing to lose, and my friends will understand.” “How much do you know about the Guardian?” “Not much. There’s nothing written in the modern books than a children’s version of the spirit of the wolf.” “An Alaskan alpha gave us a book, but I haven’t been able to read it. It has something to do with a wolf spirit and a woman with the power of a—” “Thousand wolves? That’s absurd, but yeah.” “Yeah.”

Someone yelled from behind us, but standing before us were at least four hungry-looking demonic werewolves with long limbs and mouths, growling darkly. “I think your witch sent them as a gift for you without realizing we’re here,” the She-wolf, Den, said, and it clicked. The witch wanted to kill me–for whatever reason–using tainted wolves. “Can you fight?” Den asked me, but before I could respond, we heard a loud shriek from behind, then the sound of limbs tearing. Then another, and another, and before long, the tainted wolves had killed a larger number of the rogues, while the rest of us focused on evading their attacks

Then he opened the first book and turned it so the spine would stay flat, “We’ll go slow. You don’t need to know every word. You only need the ones that matter.” My wolf lifted her head, alert. “Finally. Let him tell us the part that nobody wants to talk about.” Nolan’s finger slid along a heading, steady, unhurried. “Wolves of Silver Aspect.” My stomach clenched even though I knew it was coming. “Read,” I said, my voice small. I hated that it sounded like that. He pretended not to hear the wobble.