Walten Files Sheep Novels & Stories

Lola asked, her hands dropping onto the table surface. "By seven in the morning, the file was fully verified," I muttered, my voice dropping lower as I read the text lines. "The worker is not a packless wolf at all. She is a retired intelligence wolf from an allied territory." "What is her name, Williams?" "Her name is Maren," I responded, pointing my finger at the official registry stamp on the screen. "She retired from the active unit three years ago during the winter session." "Does the file list her previous contracts?"

“Okay. So then the smaller ones are the pups, Felicity, Freya, Kassie, and Kevin. That picture was taken right after Kevin’s first shift, he was the last one of us to shift, so it’s our first ever picture with us all in our wolf form! That’s why it’s special to me and why it’s beside the bed.” Liana was silent for a moment, thinking about what they were saying and remembering a few strange moments that she’d always held in her memory because they never quite made sense, but now they did. Not just the wolf pictures all over the house, but sheep farmers whose lambs were always skittish around people? How their vacations always coinciding with the full moon and how cats would always hiss as the

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.

He passed the files towards her. "Those are the records of some wanted and Stubborn werewolves Alphas and their likes. You can go through it, who knows, you might be able to find him. Vega Immediately took the files from the desk, and began flipping through the pages one after the other, where she saw the pictures of some Alpha wolves. She continued flipping, until her gaze fell on one that was very familiar but somewhat old. She attempted to pinpoint where she saw his face. "You've recognised one among them?" Rafael asked, sitting up straight.

I looked up to see the place he brought me to. As we got closer I could make out a small village. The entrance was hidden behind a thick curtain of leaves, creeping vines and trees which probably served as a protection against other clans and wildlife. The village was divided into different chambers and corridors. I saw different werewolves in their wolf form as we walked past and men, women and children going about their daily routine.

] The old disciple muttered in confusion. Blackbeard spoke while the pupils of his eyes did not leave the bottom of the valley [Yes, they are pursuing the 'Sheep vs. Wolf Formation'. It is a strategy that uses large numbers to overthrow the enemy, This leads to the death of countless pawns in order to wear down the enemy, and unfortunately even the Great Evil Wolf won't find a way to escape this time] He said that with great regret.

The witches released their touch on Barbara's body. Adinata saw that the wolvire girl's eyes were no longer gray, but completely white, without the slightest black dot. Her skin was so pale and fair at the same time like someone who had drained of blood. The five-hour journey using the Body Transfer had made quite a difference to the girl. Her nails suddenly turned black and long, her curly hair turned silver white and behind her open lips, her teeth had turned sharp. “She’s changing into a wolvire,” Adinata declared tensely.

"Just... not sleeping well. The storms have been loud." "Tell me about it. The local news is saying it’s some weird atmospheric pressure, but the farm-kids in my lit class are freaking out. Apparently, three more sheep were found slaughtered over at the Miller ranch last night. Neatly, too. Whatever it did it didn't just eat—it hunted." Kaelira’s stomach did a slow, sickening roll. Three sheep. Neatly. She thought of the massive black wolf and the man who appeared in its wake.

She retreated heavily, with great difficulty, until tears came out, but after a few minutes I still managed to do it. So here's the thing! This rubbish, my own she-wolf influenced me, pushing me to Maxim! And all for what? To lead to a logical conclusion - to copulation. She herself winced from the abomination of this word, but you can’t say otherwise. How else to call it when two animals obey only their instincts?

Aviva “I know that feels better,” Freya says, frowning at the frantically bleating sheep, who is now sheared clean and pretty much naked as it gallops off to join its herd. She wipes her brow, squinting into the sunlight as she gathers up an enormous handful of raw wool and carries it over to the creek where I’m crouching in the water, rinsing another batch of wool until it shines a soft white. “Who’s next?” “That one,” I laugh, tilting my head to the giant, gray and black ram with spiraling horns that looks like he wants nothing more than to kill us both. He stamps his hooves and lowers his head in emphasis, snorting and shaking his fuzzy head.