Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

This is the only way she could interact with them, properly teaching them how to defend themselves from humans who may seek out to destroy them. The human domain, despite drawing magic from other realms encompassing strange monsters and beasts that use magical abilities, have not yet encountered creatures such as these. Suriel took the wolves and settled down in the forest near the village of Kalda. She named these wolves Fenrir, Skoll, and Luna. Fenrir, who was the oldest of the three, has brown fur with peppered back fur covering his body and yellow eyes. Luna, the second oldest has pure white fur, rare even among normal wolves, as well as blue eyes. Skoll the youngest of the three has bla

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

“I saw four huge wolves and one massive looking one” “Did anything stand out among the wolves? Like color?” Nodding his head does Tori move to speak again. “Yeah. The wolves in question looked a lot like you, Jake and Alex.” “Me?” I ask, wanting to make sure that I heard him correctly. Nodding his head again does Tori move to continue. “Yeah. As one of the wolves was completely black. Kind of like Vox. Another wolf was reddish brown which reminded me of Ash and the third one was gray like Volt. The only wolf I couldn’t pinpoint among the four was the one that was black and had white paws.”

While I was waiting, I looked back through the older part of the book. Some of the spells ranged from the tenth and twelfth centuries; some even earlier. I wondered if any of my ancestors had known King Arthur or Joan of Arc, but it was doubtful. My ancestors came from the Vikings. Interesting. Vikings were known for their strength and ruthlessness, among other things. I smirked, sure that held true for the Arctic Wolf-Witches of my people, too, who had settled in Alaska and the northern regions of North American by way of Iceland and Greenland. I suddenly wondered if some of my people had survived.

"Before the first werewolf appeared, the Arctic wolf already existed in this world. They are large carnivorous animals, mostly living in the Arctic. An adult Arctic wolf can grow to the size of a horse..." "... However, in reality, as the werewolf world continued to expand, Arctic wolves, whose survival resources were plundered, gradually only existed in the oral traditions of people. No one has witnessed their existence, except for a self-proclaimed noble and arrogant group—The Blue Blood Pack. They claim to have tamed the last Arctic wolf in the world and, since then, have taken the Arctic wolf as the totem of their pack, trying to emphasize their nobility and rarity in this way."

Wolves, huge wolves with blood red eyes, patched fur and a very disgusting stench coming out of them, the same horrible stench I was perceiving. These were the kind of rogues that had been cast out for long enough that they had lost their sanity and humanity. All they knew was to kill and devour any living thing in their pack wolf otherwise. They were probably the ones that left the dead trail of animals and now as I looked around surrounded by three monstrous looking rogues, it was quite obvious that was the next kill. “Give me control” Valkyrie said and I dissolved into the back of my consciousness letting her take the lead.

Maybe I would talk to Amelia about it. I sighed, Luna Amelia was also very nice. It seemed like everyone in this pack was nice and gentle. Being one of the ancient packs, They had a strong connection with nature. History has it that some of the first ever werewolves had shown up in Greenland, and then they had sailed with the Vikings during the battle against the England empire. Somehow, the wolves had settled in Scotland and started the High Moon pack, which over many centuries, had grown from a few barbaric wolves to hundreds of nature-loving, gentle -- The iron grip grasped my wrist. Apparently, there is a black sheep -- or should I say -- black wolf amongst the others.

In these lands, there are only four species of werewolves: the higher domains of all, the black coats of the Fenrisúlfr, but of strength that could destroy the entire country if allowed, their body features are all the same, black hair, black orb eyes with bright sky blue iris, fair skin, and are as tall as trees, around the rumors they are known as the black wolves who eat anyone from infants to grown men, if I am, to be frank, suits their barbaric hearts just the same. However, my clan is known as Arktisk. My last name is my clan. With our dark snow skin, white hair, and white eyes, we are the sharpest minds of our kind, a strength of mind and wisdom, known solely as the white wolves of th

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.

With that, Allen turned and walked back through the double doors to the offices. Amerie smiled at Everett and walked over to the wolf. It was as tall as her at the shoulder and stood with its front paws atop a rock. Its facial expression was alert yet calm. The placard in front of the animal stated that wolves had primarily been gone from the region for several decades, but there had been occasional sightings of gray wolves.