Vampire Wolf Novels & Stories

If I had a wolf, I would be following in a long family tradition. It was unheard of for a she-wolf to leave the pack. They always had mates, typically fated but if not, usually males would begin offering to take her as a chosen mate within a few months. If after two Mates Dinners, a she-wolf didn't find her mate, she could technically opt to go to college, as long as she returned for every Mates Dinner. But I didn't know of a single she-wolf that actually had. I had looked to see in the pack office last year, I looked at stats for pack members with college degrees. Our pack values education and many members go to college, but it's mostly males.

Vampire nails used for opening arteries and sharpened to a knife-like tip. I know it's not real because I have seen my sister turn many times. She’s wolf. Her red eyes are the only parts of her that hint at vampirism, but she has wolf teeth and wolf claws. She’s as black as the night in wolf form and huge. There’s no other version of her. In twenty-three years, I have only ever seen her turn wolf.

It would be easier for me to accept such sublime zombie feelings. - How it works? - I suddenly asked, - How is the imprint? Or how? It wasn't exactly the start he expected. - Imprint? What's this? - okay, we haven't read Twilight. Literature has been written about them, by the way, I could have been curious. - Well, this is from the Twilight books, where the wolf found its mate, imprinted with one glance - and all the other is not needed. Here - this is already a familiar look, looking at me as if I were stupid.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

Vampires and werewolves had always been locked in a perpetual state of war. While vampire venom was lethal to some werewolves, it was Wolfsbane that truly endangered them all, leaving the werewolves at a constant disadvantage. Then, one day something extraordinary happened. A white wolf was born, marked with a distinctive white crescent on its chest. Remarkably, it wasn't an isolated event; soon, several packs reported the birth of similar white-crescent wolves. These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed.

“Yes.” I let out a short, breathless laugh that held zero humor. “So let me get this straight—wolves are real, I’m apparently one of them, I can talk to voices in my head, someone tried to kill me… and now you’re telling me vampires are just… out there too?” Luka didn’t react to my spiraling. He just watched me carefully. “They don’t play by the same rules we do,” he said. “Some of them follow the laws. Most don’t.”

Her amber eyes swept the crowd once and then found Vulcan's wolf without searching. Like she already knew exactly where he was. A red wolf. Kieran hadn't seen one in his lifetime. Most people hadn't. They appeared in old texts, in pack history records, in the kind of legends elders told children. They were supposed to represent something ancient and rare, a wolf tied directly to the bloodmoon lineage. He filed that away and kept his face neutral. Vulcan's wolf was already shifted beside her. Enormous, the way Dak always was, silver-coated and built like something that had no natural predators, his paws alone twice the size of the red wolf's. He stood completely still, watching her.

“Do you know about a certain wolf who single-handedly killed my soldiers?” As Vlad said Frank widens his eyes slightly...“No, but it’s normal for inexperienced vampires to die at the hands of a wolf!” “They were part of a category specialized in combat and there were ten of them! It’s not your servant's fault by any chance?” “Impossible, we don’t attack vampires, we work with them, but if you tell me what this wolf was like, I can tell you right now if he’s one of my men!” “It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!”

’ I tell him. When I approach her, she lets out a soft whimper before leaping towards me. I swiftly catch her in my arms, feeling her grip tighten around my neck as she begins to suck on it. It takes me a moment to realize that she is marking me and whispers “Mate”, leaving her scent on me without my initial awareness. It's important to note that wolves don't suck blood during mating; instead, they bite. Not only that, but it suddenly dawns on me that she must be part vampire, which explains why she has always worn sunglasses and stood out from the crowd.

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.